Sunday, February 8, 2009

ha! brilliant, ay?




I love when people have a sense of humor.
kingpopcorn

love you, mean it.

barton

Muffins Upon Muffins


I was sitting at my new favorite cafe- cafe 504 in East Oakland, browsing through their collection of cookbooks when I came across a recipe for Gluten Free Berry Muffins.
First of all- Finding a GF baked good recipe is an accomplishment in itself. On top of finding it, it actually seemed like it contained real food (unlike some recipes that are just trying to make a GF thing look like a typical baked good)

Here is the dig for this post- the recipe has been altered, but i'm still trying to figure out how to credit (or not) the original creator. SO I will show you the beginning of the fabulous muffins and post the end result with the recipe.

By no means are these vegan, but they are cow milk free and gluten free.

love you, mean it.

barton

Tulle is for life...not for weddings.


photo by nicholas bartoletti

My newest heros...niotillfem. Inspiring photos, adorable girls and something about them makes me think that they drink champagne in the daytime... what could be better?


love you, mean it.

barton

Friday, February 6, 2009

Bianca





My girl boner pick of the week is Bianca Jagger.  

Famed fashion icon of the 70's & Studio 54 fequenter.  Umm, she rode a frigging white horse into Studio 54 for her 32nd birthday!?!  How hot is that?  She met up with Mick after a "Rolling Stones concert in September 1970 in France" (wikipedia).  They were married one year later in Saint Tropez.  Her wedding suit launched decades of copy cats parading down the aisle.  The marriage lasted for seven years until she accused Mick of sleeping with model Jerry Hall (and he prolly did - scumbag).

After their divorce she visited Nicaragua and became heavily involved in human rights (wait, she's hot AND she cares about things?).  Since then she has collaborated with such groups as: Amnesty International, Human Rights Watch, Coalition for International Justice, Indigenous Development International and People of the American Way (wikipedia).

Look at these pictures though!  Holy crap lips, smouldering eyes, flouncing locks.  Mos def worthy of worshiping.  As Garth would say: "Shwing!"


Pictures from:  photobucket, stureplan, bagsnob, smh

Thursday, February 5, 2009

Separated at Birth



I've always been the funny guy.  I get really uncomfortable at parties and make dry, sarcastic remarks.  I compete with people to try and top outlandish anecdotes.  Basically it results in a lot of lying and "your mom" jokes.

For a while, I wanted to be like Tina Fey when I grew up.  Funny, sexy, wore glasses.  But now I've found a new role model.  It's Lesley Arfin.  She is hilarious, has awesome fashion sense and is Editor in Chief of a magazine dedicated to both fashion & hilarity.  I may not have done as many drugs as her (hardly any in fact).  And I may not have as many celebrity friends (I used to cut that guy's hair from the band Why - that counts right?).  But I do shove bottles in my mouth like I'm filaching them like a champ.

Hey Lesley, mine's bigger.

Love you, mean it

Emily

p.s.  read her magazine & book if you know what's good for you.

Bottom picture taken from her old blog.  R.I.P.

Tuesday, February 3, 2009

"The Invitation is Not in the Mail"



Late Friday night Marc Jacobs' right-hand man, Robert Duffy announced that the invitations to Marc Jacobs Fall 2009 debut will be cut in half.  "Instead of the usual 1,100 seated guests, there will be only 700; likewise the usual 900 standing assignments are being cut down to 200" says Fashionologie.  The show will still be held at 69th Regiment Armory on Lexington Ave. (the same venue as last year).  His collection will debut February 16th three days after New York Fashion Week in Bryant Park.

So not only is there no after party - you can't even bring your entourage now!?

Too bad, so sad Kiki.

Love you, mean it

Emily

Monday, February 2, 2009

There are few things I love more than potatoes


There are few things I love more than potatoes.  Maybe my boyfriend, Marc Jacobs, cats, when I find Dior scarves at the thrift store... BUT potatoes?  Potatoes are tops!  They are also my go-to food at restaurants where there is absolutely NOTHING else I can eat.  Barton and I have that in common.  I'm vegan and Barton is Gluten-Free.  What is both?  Potatoes.

When out with the 'rents or some other random group of people who want to go out to eat (puritans).  They turn to me and as if they just smelled a fart, they wrinkle their noses and say: "Oh.  Where can YOU eat?"  "Anywhere" I reply, because I have a secret.

That secret is potatoes.

So here's to you potatoes.  I felt like I would be remiss if I didn't dedicate a blog to your grandeur.  I love you so much that I would write a song about you.  I love you so much I would marry you (thank you Ryan Capistrant from 2nd grade for teaching me that "If I love something so much WHY don't I marry it?").  I love potatoes so much I would name my first born after them.  Then give it up for adoption because I hate babies.

Vegan & Gluten-Free Meal ANY Restaurant Will Have:

French Fries/Baked Potato - Make sure to ask for it plain.  Olive oil & ketchup while boring, always make good toppers.  Plus all the salt & pepper you can handle without your cholesterol going cray cray.

Side Salad/Garden Salad - Look for words like "fresh," or "romaine," or "mixed salad greens."  You may as well starve if they are serving iceberg lettuce.  That stuff is nar the horn.  Made sure to ask for it without croutons or cheese.  My favorite restaurant DIY dressing is equal parts olive oil & balsamic vinegar.  Apple cider vinegar will work too.  If you're feeling saucy add a bit of mustard (just a bit) it adds a quazi honey-mustard feel to it.  OR a I'm-mashing-up-all-the-food-on-my-plate-and-daring-someone-to-eat-it approach to things.  Throw a bit of pepper on top for good measure but send that waiter wannabee with the "freshly grated parmesan" away.  You don't want his kind here.

I guarantee you will feel satiated after this.  At least until you can go home and shove some PB&J in your face.

Love you, mean it

Emily