The Spacious Life

SPUN

2012-01-27T16:20:00.000-08:00

I threw a quarter in my pocket and stepped out for a walk.

The quarter is for the handful of Mike & Ikes I'll find at either Utrecht or in the Value Village on 11th. (I'll admit that I hold a bit more trust in the cleanliness of the candy machine at Utrecht, but coin-candy-machine users can't be picky, can we?)

Up on 10th I happened to see that Flora & Henri is having a closing sale, and almost decided to buy a full wardrobe of imported linen for my future child. The saleswoman told me not to fear, they are not leaving but are simply focusing online - they'll retain a by-appointment-only space downtown.

A peacock front-button dress on sale at Flora&Henri.

I walked up to 14th just to peek in the lace curtains at Spinasse and happened upon a little boutique I've never been in before: Spun. Teeny and warm, I was happy to take off my mittens for a minute and peruse the goods. Conscientious artist collective: jewelry makers, beauty products, and fashion designers all offering organic goods with simple design.

Photo compliment of Seattlest

Some of the jewelry was gorgeous, although I admit I was not taken with many of the 100% organic clothes.

I was struck, however, by 2 things:

1: The absolutely gorgeous wood & iron furniture pieces around the shop. The cheery-cheeked woman who was managing the shop said everything was for sale, was completely affordable, and could be custom fit to your house. The designers name is Mike, at MM Builders, and the furniture is made under his concept "Marian Built." Using cast iron wheels and reclaimed wood, he does what Restoration Hardware is doing but at a much-better price point. I want to see more of his work: especially old rolling doors.

Photo compliment of Seattlest

2: No nonsense cards from "the Raven & the Writing Desk."

I'm always impressed by the creativity birthed on this hill between two waters.

Ice Cube & the Eames

2012-01-19T11:44:00.000-08:00

The snow in Seattle. To some, it's a nuisance. For other's, it's a wonderland.

Ice Cube said it most eloquently:

One man's eyesore

is another man's paradise

Go ahead and watch this video.

I wonder if the largest eyesore in Seattle - the downtown Westin Hotel - is someone's paradise?

Plumbing, Sushi and Maple Trees

2012-01-10T17:49:00.000-08:00

Up on 12th Avenue, near Pine, there used to be this plumbing shop.

A polished, latrine hardware store, of sorts. It was housed in one of my favorite buildings on my hill: a historic white dove of a building with wide, sparkling windows nestled between taller and more modern sorts. It looked confident it it's skin; she had aged well.

The old Dawson Plumbing building.

Quite a few months ago I saw the Dawson Plumbing sign had been taken down, and fresh construction spastically commenced. I almost cried because somewhere in me I always thought I might open something in that precious pale spot someday. The building was emptied, gutted, cleansed, and birthed a most unlikely child named Momiji, a sushi restaurant. The owner is Steven Han, the same entrepreneur who started a few belltown sushi spots.

Momiji

I ate at Momiji (Japanese for "maple trees") for the first time last night, ready to not be impressed. Maybe it was the fact that my dining companions were bubbling newlyweds, or because I was famished and the rolls were massive and unabashedly odd.

Maybe I was charmed seeing they replaced the rear parking lot with a glass-walled Kyoto garden,

or because Yuri Kinoshita's woven paper lighting installations hugged and curved along the wall and made me feel like I was floating in a basket.

Maybe it was the translucent white salmon that melted away like butter under a black sunspray of tobiko.

Whatever it was, I had arrived mourning the copper pipes of the plumbing co. and left content and praising a meal worth having again. soon.

Family Tree

2011-12-25T16:23:00.000-08:00

Our family continues to grow, and this year the Non-Scotsman and I decided to capture my side of the family in our version of a family tree.

Huge thanks to the talented duo, Mikal & Julie, at Swash for printing these for us with such finesse.

It's a Small World, After All

2011-12-12T23:00:00.000-08:00

Here's the storyline:

Storyline 1:

Because of getting snowed in during the Winter of '06, I got a job at Canlis Restaurant.

Because Canlis encourages growth, I thought of starting a business.

Because of my cheeky/failed attempt at said adventure, The Non-Scotsman decided to start one instead.

Storyline 2:

Because my Canlis employer studied at Cornell, he met Will Guidara of Eleven Madison Park.

Because I worked at Canlis, my sister sang at their birthday party, where she met her now-boyfriend, Will Guidara.

Because Will (and the EMP chef) wrote a cookbook, a celebratory dinner was hosted at Canlis Restaurant.

Because the dinner was hosted, The Non-Scotsman made this film:

Warmth in Winter

2011-12-07T14:52:00.000-08:00

Cheers to fresh winter love

and free light filters (compliments of "Seattle cloudy skies").

I was honored to be a part of this little "save the date" video shoot with The Non-Scotsman the day before Thanksgiving. Many thanks to the friends at Oddfellows who let us clamber and climb all over their space to capture this gorgeous couple!

Watch it here: VIDEO

Canon

2011-10-08T13:28:00.000-07:00

I must begin with ***

*** I struggled with whether to add the following addition to my "Curate Seattle" list. I have a very slight interest ("crush" is too strong) on this brand new place. Not head-over-heels. It's like the movie "One Fine Day:" not great acting, at times annoying, and not even that unique of a storyline, but for some reason I still really like it. It ends and I either want to go hug someone or watch it again.

Like the following recommendation, it certainly isn't winning any Oscars any time soon, but it will leave you in a great mood.

Canon: whiskey & bitters emporium and I share an archeological urge to dig into classic cocktail culture. We are clearly not alone, as this trend has swept the country and Seattle over the last few years.

(Here at home, think Spur, Tavern Law/Needle & Thread, Bathtub Gin, Zig Zag, Knee High Stocking).

This newest joint has a few features that are worth experiencing.

Taking over Licorous's old spot on 12th Avenue, Canon put some pre-prohibition memorabilia up on the walls and filled the shelves with old and new liquors to tempt every inkling. Things that made this place intriguing and creative:

1. The Vermouth Experiment: For $12 I got to try three rye manhattans, one with Dolin,

one with Chinato, and one with Punt e Mes.

In the bottom of each glass were these deep red, dense marinated cherries (imported from France for $200 a jar, according to the waitress), which I wouldn't share with anyone for even $5. Seriously, I asked the waitress to bring extra so others could try because I wouldn't part with mine.

2. The Hanky Panky (gin, sweet vermouth, and fernet) was served in an adorable personal-sized medicinal glass bottle wrapped in a handmade logo.

3. Cocktail books from the 20's and 30's were stacked on the bar, tempting me to keep ordering and learning.

Although I daydreamed of little tweaks to service and decor, I sincerely appreciated their passion - the details to the beverages and cocktail experience - that are necessary to continue grow my knowledge and appreciation for all the little details that make a great drink a truly great drink.

How wonderful that cocktailing is a skill worth learning - something you can enjoy in your 2o's and on into your 80's.

Seattle Looks Like Graham Baba

2011-10-05T11:37:00.000-07:00

I'm going to kill about 18 birds in one stone with this one.

I could spend time curating dozens of the most current, hip, hospitality joints near my house - or we could simply talk about Graham Baba Architects.*** These are the craftsmen/women who make them the artistic, gritty, and chic places they are. Their aesthetic taste is responsible for entirely too many of my choices - where to spend my money, my time, and my hunger.

I've written about many of these spots in the past, and it's high time to say "thank you" to the architects for giving me somewhere creative, intriguing, and excellent to sit.

Thank you for the Kolstrand Building. And all the oysters, bikes, and cocktails within. (Walrus & the Carpenter, Staple & Fancy)

Thank you for the Melrose Market (in conjunction with Dunn + Hobbes).

Thank you for Rain Shadow Meats.

Thank you for Marigold & Mint.

Thank you for the Piston & Ring Building (La Spiga, Plum Bistro)

Thank you for iron railings, gritty gears, and sanded wooden beams.

Thank you for reusing railway ties.

Thank you for making "wood-firing" at Eltana Bagels possible, and for Skillet Diner. Thank you for the Terry Ave Building (now Cuoco and Brave Horse Tavern). Thank you for Revel & Quoin.

THANK YOU GRAHAM BABA!

***Frank Bruni of The New York Times describes their work eloquently: "a palpable conviviality that so many restaurants aim for but so few achieve. That kind of warmth and vibrancy often boil down to luck: to the animation of the crowd that gathers, the pitch of people's voices."

Curating A Song by the River

2011-09-27T10:57:00.000-07:00

RiverSong.
I'll be honest, I'm not drawn to the name of this spirited little shop in Madison Valley.
What I am drawn to is the organic and industrious sense of design and display this jewelry design gallery exhibits.

The owner, after spending much time on the farm, inspired by horticulture and plant taxonomy (who isn't inspired by botanical taxonomy...?) she recreates organic life in gems and jewels.

1. Excellent use of 19th century bonatical sketches in the shop

2. Charming jewelry displays of natural designs

(A display on linen backboard)

3. Intriguing stories behind much of her work. I was interested in this beautiful wall art - simply sewn black thread outlines of two deer on white linen - and she told me a grand story of the mother and daughter team who live out in the woods and sew these modern masterpieces. Great stories!

Right now, due to obnoxious road construction in front of her shop, she is putting lots online and then will celebrate the finished road with a big sale! Details on Seattle Met Magazine.

Curating A Cocktail

2011-09-22T19:25:00.000-07:00

I admit my lack of linguistic savvy (or is it svelteness?).

After yesterday's post, I had to look up what the word "curate" really means. I discovered that by saying I'm "curating my city" I could either mean I'm intending to enter the priesthood or become the legal guardian of a lunatic. Feel free to look for yourself.

What I wanted to say was that I am assembling a collection, little pieces of art: I'm stockpiling goodness and delight.

Anyway: Day 2, No. 2.

Sambar.

I think their ugly website is to try and keep the place from being swarmed with tourists - that's my theory. Or perhaps it's their way of showing off how long they've been around. All I know is who wants to be online anyway when they could be enjoying cocktails at this sparkling gem?

To my curative categories: Excellent, Charming, Intriguing.

1. Excellent: Here you've stepped into some rare, kind, French woman's living room - so intimate yet posh that you want to bring a house-warming gift but are sure she has everything. I always feel like, for some lucky reason, Sambar invited me over for cocktails and enjoyment. Cocktails crafted drop-by-delicate-drop, served with little bites that require a description and result in exclamations of "plus s'il vous plaît!" come with warmth and a genuine interest in finding my, and your, perfect drink.

2. Charming: 4 bar stools. 6 tables. There is nowhere to go but intimate. You can cozy up at a tiny little table inside, perhaps even listening to live music, or step out into the even plus petite courtyard with flowering plants and quaint iron chairs.

3. Intriguing: The bar is nestled into the side of Le Gourmand, the restaurant/mother hen who shares her kitchen with the bar. Although the restaurant can feel a bit classic to the point of being outdated - the bar surprises you with wild red and purple colors splashed all over the walls and into your glass. Quite sprightly.

Sambar's bartenders, specifically the famous Jay Kuehner, must steal from mom's (Le Gourmand) larder like mad in order to create such inventive beverages. I can imagine him sneaking around finding ingredients to concoct things like: Ancho Chile Syrup, Black-Pepper infused Tequila, Lavender and Dardamom Bitters. Crazy frolickings like this have free, yet choreographed, room to dance on the menu.

Only good can come from a place that infuses spirits with roses!

If anyone, anywhere, ever wants to throw me a cocktail party - I beg you, throw it here.

An Attempt to Curate My City

2011-09-21T11:02:00.000-07:00

I am tempted. I am tempted to take this little blog outside Seattle. I absolutely love to travel, and these past months led me to Israel, Turkey, Greece, Whistler, and a North Carolina sailing village – complete with crab boils and cast-net fishing. Do I go there, here?

I desperately wanted to put up some photos from those trips, but realize that the scope of this blog is meant to focus me: “Seattle and her Surroundings.” And this narrow focus helps me to see and think creatively here at home – to look for the excellent, the charming, the intriguing. It gives me space and boundary.

So I made a decision: it is time to stay home and curate. I'm going to start recording a mixed-tape – a compilation – of some of my favorite Seattle places. Over the next two weeks I am going to take one spot every day and explain why I find it:

1. Excellent (possessing outstanding qualities that are impressive)

2. Charming (have some sort of magical quality or power that makes me want more)

3. Intriguing (accomplish something new and wonderful - or old and wonderful)

I am going to begin with a boutique I visited this weekend in Fremont: Les Amis , owned by tasteful guardian, Becky Buford.

(photo compliments of Les Amis)

1. Excellent: Understated good taste. Taste you can live in. French taste. The brands they carry says it all: Graham & Spencer, Pas de Calais, Gary Graham, Souchi, Giada Forte, Vince, Lem Lem... The list can go on. All I know is that I find rack after rack of textiles I want to live in, jewelry I would be honored to don, and kind service that feels luxurious.

2. Charming: It feels like you've stepped into a French countryside market full of things you want to cuddle and feel and wrap around your body. Cashmere and hammered metals. James Perse simplicity and local Seattle oddities.

(photo compliments of Coco + Kelley)

3. Intriguing: Les Amis has a growing family. One of the best stories of this place is simply how it keeps creatively growing. Les Amis came first, and then Essenza opened up to show off the best French soaps, botanical scents, and delicate jewelry in town. (Essenza deserves a post of it's own). Recently, Les Amis partnered with Lambs Ear and adopted yet another spot next to Essenza - dedicated to shoes - called Thistle. They carry coveted gems like A Detacher, Rachel Comey and Zeha Berlin. I love that the owner is not content to simply display all jewels, triple-milled French soaps, and handmade leather shoes next to her clothing in Les Amis - she dreams of space! It is as if she loves these other products enough to give them their own room to move and grow and show-off. I hope Becky Buford keeps going until every other store in Fremont is under her care.

Out of my Goldfish Bowl

2011-08-29T16:05:00.000-07:00

I felt a bit like this fish yesterday.

I could smell the salty sea, hear the orcas yell,

imagine the feel of the slimy sea kelp.

But I was caught in a small plastic bag of

details and duty on the beach.

How do I keep the space passion and purpose require?

How to jump out into the big open wild?

I imagine it looks a bit like this:

And reads a bit like this beautiful piece from a Frenchman:

"If you want to build a ship,

don't drum up people together to collect wood

and don't assign them

tasks & work,

but rather teach them to long for the endless immensity of the sea."

-Antoine de Saint-Exupery

The Seattle Popsicle Truck

2011-07-23T17:09:00.001-07:00

Tell me one of your favorite sounds as a kid was the popsicle man.

That tinny music coming round the corner, getting louder and louder, giving you, me, and our friends just enough time to run inside for quarters from mom or grandpa. The popsicle truck would come into view and we would huff and run to be the first in line for the red-white-and-blue rockets, or maybe a fudgesicle.

Sitting outside on Capitol Hill the other day I had a genius idea...I think you'll agree it's brilliant.

An adult popsicle truck.

That plays really great summer music - like The Roots or Musiq Soulchild, or pretty much any R&B from the early 90's - and drives around Capitol Hill giving out real, organic, fruit juice popsicles to the hipsters in their cut-off-denim shorts. Maybe the Popsicle Driver even doubles as a DJ and customers can request songs.

Maybe you can get on the popsicle truck social media page and request a specific song when the truck is coming around your corner!

I imagine the truck being about this big:

But having B&W speakers and much better branding:

I'm imagining the list of flavors printed on the side of the truck now, co-created with Seattle chefs of course:

Peach, Tomato & Basil

Grapefruit, Cucumber, & Cilantro

Lemon & Black Pepper

Pineapple, Lime & Ginger

Mango, Meyer Lemon & Thyme

Blueberry & Terragon

Something co-conspired with Fran's Chocolates of course.

Blackberries from San Juan Island.

You get it.

Would you want this truck to come down your street? Let me know what you think.

Limeade

2011-07-23T16:55:00.000-07:00

It's a good man who will take me kayaking through the Arboretum (get me good and parched) and an even better man who then squeezes up a batch of fresh limeade.

(I am head over heels for this little salt dish, the same size as my limes, summer 2011)

I was so thirsty, I didn't take the time to get a photo of the concoction before it was guzzled and gone. Guess you'll have to ask The Non-Scotsman to make you some if you want to see the completed product.

Choose Your Own Adventure

2011-07-21T23:44:00.000-07:00

You know you live somewhere wonderful when...

...on your walk home from work, you happen to hear live music coming from up the street. You're not in a hurry so you walk over to hear what's going on. It's kindof like living in one of those "Choose Your Own Adventure" books from 3rd grade. You decide to walk past the band and into a crowd, where you pass some angel handing you free oysters on the half-shell. Do you choose the Tobasco or the lemon? For lemon turn to page 13. (The angel was actually a man dressed in a freaky full-body oyster outfit - not sure where he got that one).

And then the man-dressed-as-an-oyster ushers you inside his shop and hands you a delicious fried oyster, and a boat of geoduck ceviche, which you actually decline in favor of the curried mussels. If you choose to decline the geoduck turn to page 78.

All I can say is, welcome to the neighborhood, Taylor Shellfish!

I decide to turn the page to go home, and upon arriving am charmed by bowls of fresh summer cherries.

Literally, cherries to top off free oysters. Oysters from my bay, and cherries from my terroir.

And this was all just on my walk home from work...the chapter 1 of my night.

Flagship Anniversary for Everyone

2011-07-16T09:18:00.000-07:00

Here in Seattle, we like to consider ourselves the "flagship" - of business, culture, and goodness. I'm not biased or anything, but think about it:

We know how to do things in a BIG way : like Costco and Starbucks, Boeing and Bartell Drugs.
We know how to do things in a DIGITAL way: like Getty Images, Amazo, and of course Microsoft.
We know how to do things in a TASTY way: like Sur La Table, Theo Chocolates, Cinnabon, and Dick's Drive In.
We get outdoors with REI and Eddie Bauer, and indoors with Nintendo and Zillow.

And we get dressed at Nordstrom.

NORDSTROM.

One of our most prized possessions is located at 500 Pine Street, between 5th and 6th Avenue.
The Nordstrom headquarters and Flagship Nordstrom. Store 1, to be precise.

And so every July 15th we celebrate the fact that Nordstrom is ours by throwing an anniversary celebration for the whole country, where people - even those outside Seattle - can buy fall and winter clothes on sale before the season even arrives.

And wouldn't you know it, there's always one or two items that are so elusive, so coveted, only a few people get their hands on them. This year, there was one in particular.

The Tory Burch Riding Boot - a Nordstrom exclusive.

It was gone before I even knew it was coming to the sale. Gone. Anniversary celebration, boot-hunters, is over. So, I am here to tell you - if you see someone out there wearing that boot, it means that they built a relationship. It means they have a longheld connection with a Nordstrom salesperson that they have nurtured for years and years. It might mean they are were up in the wee hours of the morning the first day of the Anniversary Pre-Select Sale to procure that boot - braving traffic and escalators and Lord knows what else.

And whether they know it or not, it means they love Seattle just like us.

3-D Sidewalk Chalk

2011-07-11T16:12:00.001-07:00

Last week my niece's and nephew introduced me to 3-D sidewalk chalk while we were in Whistler.

Painting in color, I started to notice their bright shoes (which are always three dimensional). And I began to wonder: Why is 3-D such a big deal, given the fact that we live, move, and breath in 3-D?

(All photos: Whistler, July 2011)

A 2 Year Old & A Few Good Canadian Trees

2011-07-06T12:25:00.000-07:00

Off she went, my little niece, into the woods.

She saw a bear...seriously. A black bear. In Whistler.

And this man protected her.

Urban Woodsman: Since when did cool guys grow heirloom legumes and butcher pigs?

2011-06-19T22:34:00.000-07:00

I have this gem of a book. My friend, Blake Lown, gave it to me a few years back when we were sure the world was coming quickly to an end - or maybe it was just the last semester of college. Anyway, it was called:

It really did tell you everything you'd ever need to know:

how to buy a horse, build a fence, attract hummingbirds, build a stone wall, and raise chickens.

Which brings me to last night:

Two bartenders were arguing last night over the real way to make a traditional Old Fashioned for my date, the Non-Scotsman. Funny that perhaps one of the newest spots on Capitol Hill, Artusi, was up in arms over how to make something the oldest way.

All that to say I read this article in GQ today that made me literally laugh out loud. The author, Mary H.K. Choi, is wondering why, for the past four years, "city-bound American men have been eating like yeoman farmers and dressing like Wild West oil prospectors." Basically, why is everyone wanting to go back in time so badly?

(Photo compliments of New York Magazine)

As quoted in GQ: "[…]

In fact, everyone on the cutting edge of culture seems to be yearning for simpler times that we’re too young to feel nostalgia for. If we aren’t subconsciously battening down the hatches for Armageddon, why are college-educated men learning to raise and butcher pigs? What’s up with techy guys cultivating rooftop gardens because heirloom legumes are cool? Men who live in Brooklyn, both Portlands, and Austin are studying the arts of pickling, canning, and skeet shooting. We’ve got grown-ass men with jobs learning how to make candles, for (C*#%$) sakes. Goodnight, moon.

[…]"

Choi doesn't specifically reference Seattle in her article, but all she really needs to do is walk down 1/18 of Ballard Avenue (think: Bastille's rooftop garden) or on Cap Hill between Pike & Pine (enter bearded bartenders at Tavern Law, butchers next door to pickle-topped Sitka & Spruce).

Damn, I love this city!

White Space

2011-06-18T23:29:00.000-07:00

I'm wondering what I would do with more "white space" these days?

Happily empty, gorgeous and blank space.

Space and time.

Time.

Energized by the fact that its whole life is ahead - so much potential - so much room.

I think what I'm trying to say is that I want to move.

Not your "Gas Station Cherry Pie, best if sold by Aug 1998"

2011-05-17T17:15:00.001-07:00

I am so thankful that my pregnant friends have cravings! How else would I have discovered the most incredible Coconut Creme Pie this side of the Mississippi?

High 5 Pie.

Right up on 12th. It opened this past year in it's own little space, although the pies have been served at Fuel Coffee for a few years now. The Trace Lofts couldn't have found better tenants --- High 5 Pie and Tavern Law.

"Happy (drunk on gin and pastries) Neighbors, Happy Landlords" I always say.

I know Seattle's been on a pie kick for a while now. But this pie is different. The crust on this coconut creme pie was ... well. Let's just thank our lucky Seattle stars for this spot.

I mean, these aren't the cherry-filled little pies my dad would get at 7-11 on roadtrips:

They come in slices, bags, and on sticks:

And you can even head home with goodies in adorable rolling-pin totes:

FLAVORS INCLUDE:

Apple
Egg & Cheddar
Egg/Bacon/Cheddar
Cherry Almond
Peanut Butter & Jelly
Coconut Cream
Banana Cream
Veggie Pot Pie

Potato/Dill/Cheddar
Key Lime
Peach
Lemon Shaker
Vanilla Cream
Broccoli/Cheddar/Mushroom
Peanut Butter & Chocolate
Chicken Pot Pie

Marionberry
Frito
Maple Blueberry
Ham & Gruyere
Caramel Pecan
Spinach Feta
Chocolate Cream
Savory Beef

Bar Acuda : if you need another reason for a Hawaii vacation

2011-05-03T15:50:00.001-07:00

I was in Kauai for the past few weeks, trying to squeeze every possible ray of sunshine into my pores and every bit of fresh seafood into my gut.

There are lots of reasons I already want to go back to the island: warm and crisp beaches, mysterious coastlines, and hikes through the wettest bit of land on earth. One place in particular calls me back: a recommendation from my gifted photographer friend, Bess Friday. She visited this spot on her honeymoon with one Mr. Peter Friday: aren't they beautiful!?

The place was up in Hanalei and called Bar Acuda - run by a past Food&Wine's Best Chef from San Francisco. Thank God his talents are intact after 15 years! I was immediately sold by the "Local North Shore honeycomb with Humboldt Fog goat cheese and crisp apple." DONE.

Oh, and i might have had this too:

I was enjoying myself too much to take photos, which is actually a good thing because it's so much more worthwhile to visit Bess's website for the beautiful run-down and photos - her talent will speak for itself:

Click here for Bess's Photos of Bar Acuda

Apothecary Jars & Really Fresh Juice: AN INVITATION

2011-03-19T17:36:00.000-07:00

Our 3rd Bread & Bubbly Supper Club event on Friday was an apothecary-inspired homage to the artisan cocktail. I have to be honest, these events are as much, if not more fun, to plan than to actually host. Therefore, I'm going to explain a bit of the back story and will later post pictures of the event itself.

The Club is hosted by 4 women, and we always start our planning process with a breakfast date at Le Pichet. I don't think any plan could go wrong when it is conceived in this espresso and baguette-laden environment.

Our goal is always to do something that is both educational and a damn good time. The point is to gather a variety of people around a simple idea to get to know each other, to learn something from an expert, and to celebrate.

We knew we wanted to fashion a cocktail party where guests could be exposed to more of the thought and care behind crafted cocktails. Clearly, in the last few years our country has been re-awakened to the pre-prohibition era cocktail in all it's infused glory, and we're loving it! We crafted our evening towards this intentional imbibing.

In terms of the aesthetic, we stepped a bit back in time.

We were inspired by botanical illustrations:herbal infusions, and glass apothecary jars of all sizes.

Every event has provided an opportunity to play with designing print pieces for the evening, and I keep learning the importance of the perfect font.

I was inspired by this gorgeous invitation from Chez Panisse...

So, using a spring of fresh herb instead of a candle, I created our invitations:

The ladies/hosts of the Bread & Bubbly Supper Club spent an afternoon in Snohomish (which of course included another bread and espresso experience (Who knew that Snohomish was home to an award-winning bakery on the main street: Snohomish Bakery?).

rummaging through antique stores for apothecary jars and 100-yr old smaller vials for favors (Pictures to come). Our thought was to fill the whole place with glass jars full of fresh herbs and make the place smell of alcohol and mint!

More to come...

The Sun in Seattle?

2011-03-16T16:38:00.001-07:00

Do you remember that scene in Will Smith's "Independence Day" where the UFO's first enter our atmosphere. He comes out onto his lawn and sees all his neighbor's looking up, mouths open, aghast.

I walked out of my house this morning and felt like I was in that scene.

People on capitol hill were standing in the middle of the street, not moving. blinking.

dazed.

Blinking.

Dazed.

Befuddled.

Smiling...

A woman dropped her FEED grocery bag on the ground, shattering bottles of Kumbacha inside.

And then, music began to play:

Men and women began dancing and laughing and frolicking! THE SUN!

THE SUN! It's still alive!

Quoin

2011-03-14T15:19:00.000-07:00

I've been frequently craving a stiff drink I can count on: the Alaska from Zig Zag. Maybe too frequently. Say 4 times in 3 weeks?

However, I was wanting to try something new, so I met up with some friends at Quoin, the bar of Revel. Knowing the teeny space sat about 15 I had little hope for a spot for 6 at 8:00pm on a Saturday. However, God was on our side.

First of all, who marries someone they met while cooking at the Essex House in New York? People with taste, I'd wager. People that can cook and fall in love at the same time.

It's no surprise, then, that beautiful culinary children have been birthed to husband and wife owner/chef team Rachel Yang & Seif Chirchi. Their first baby, Joule, born in Wallingford a few years back, and this second creation, Revel, was famous by association before it opened. We'll soon find out if she is a classic middle child.

(These photos can be found here)

We were pleasantly surprised to arrive in time to snag enough space around a long counter to pull (somewhat unsteady) stools and stay..for more than 3 hours. It wasn't the coziest spot, perhaps due to the swizzling stool) and we didn't have the most attentive care (perhaps due to the...hmm, not sure), but the drinks were delicious and we were glad to be somewhere with thoughtful beverages and fabulous grey walls.

In honor of this season of Lent, and in honor of Yellow Chartreuse, I ordered the Fremont Abbey.

A concoction of gin, hymn-like Lillet,

with vespers of Yellow Chartreuse and a repentant dash of orange bitters,

it called my name and led me to the Lord.

Spring Made Me Do It

2011-02-25T18:10:00.000-08:00

spring arrived
i swear she made me do it.

she urged me to
pick (steal) branches

from the limbs
hanging

over

above

my neighborhood

sidewalk.

Now my neighbors have to come for coffee to see them.

-a spring scavenger

Uffizi from my couch

2011-02-10T22:55:00.000-08:00

I got home from drinks with friends on Queen Anne tonight and decided to head on over to the Uffizi Gallery. Yes, the one in Florence.

The one I'd visit as a student. Usually after drinks with friends.

Entering the far west room, I caught a glimpse of "Martyrdom of Saint Justina," got distracted by the urge to see more of Veronese's northern-Italian works, and jaunted over to the Palace of Versailles. I peeked into the room holding "The Feast at the House of Simon." Just having written a paper about this very dinner party for school, I was captivated...

...from the comfort of my 425 sq/ft home.

Thank you Google Art Project.

They've compiled high resolution images from galleries around the world (MoMA, Freer, National Gallery of London, the Frick Collection, etc.). Similar to google earth, you can navigate your way through these institutions at your leisure. Without having to exchange any money. I'm loving it, and might be planning a trip to the Tate soon.

Anyone want to join me? No tasteless biscuits will be served.

Rabbits & Packers

2011-02-07T21:44:00.000-08:00

{Saturday}

9-course Chinese New Year's dinner

::: including home-cooked duck (marinated 3-days), pork belly and bean-curd pudding

::: decked out in authentic kimonos

::: $1's in red envelopes for the kids

::: much, much improved from last year's party

followed by

{Sunday{

Packer-induced braut & cheddar fest

::: including home-cooked beer and cheddar soup and PBR

::: decked in authentic green and gold

::: a real Greenbay resident next to me on the couch

::: fabulous commercials

images: Chinese teas, beer poster

Dinner for One

2011-01-26T22:17:00.000-08:00

One of the only good thing about my husband being out of town is that I find myself cooking really ... um ... non-Non-Scotsman-like meals. Tonight I found myself at Uwajimaya grabbing ingredient's for Mizuna, Wasabi & Tofu:

(Thank you, Bon Appetite, for the recipe)

I find I love piling roasted beets onto everything,

and pouring cool glasses of Lillet with a squeeze of lime.

and wanting to recreate everything ever made by Donna Hay:

What do you like to cook for dinner when it's just you?

2011-01-23T22:56:00.000-08:00

I was in Venice, CA this weekend and happened to be staying on Abbott Kinney, right across the street from Intelligentsia Coffee & Tea:

My sun-glazed local girfriends and I stood in line behind throngs of sandaled So.Cal-types who all seem to be trying extremely hard to look glamorous in "casual wear" and perfectly nonchalant about their designer dogs. (It might have reminded me of a few hipster coffee bars here on Capitol Hill...but I'll save that for another time)

Besides the swanky crowd, I had no idea the bean & brew mecca I was entering.

Intelligentsia's concept features 5 different stations where 5 separate baristas personally attend to each customer, individually catering to their unique coffee whims, and “swiveling hydraulic pods” allow baristas to customize their workspace. Baristas here are like sommeliers, and they are meant to educate us as well as serve us. (Their most recent point of customer education was to eliminate the 20 oz drink from their menus, claiming quality over Starbucks-sized quantity.)

My barista was more patient than my grandma, tapping cones of freshly ground, single-origin beans with Japanese kettles, coffee syphoning drop by precious drop into my hands. Well worth the smooth caffe macchiato, although I still don't understand the $5 price tag.

These people mean business: I mean, for goodness sake, they have their own app ! showcasing the current coffee offerings with instructions and illustrations for preparing the coffee on multiple brewing devices (timers included, of course) :

This is coffee on the level of ... well ... I might say Stumptown

or Vivace

or Victrola.

Love them all.

Comfort (and Joy)

2011-01-14T19:06:00.000-08:00

Comfort.

Comfort can be everywhere and yet hard to come by. Life involves long hours and tired feet these days, and I find myself breathing a deep sigh of relief when, after walking in my door, I ease into a comfortable pair of socks. Cozy socks have become a sort of north star.

Some of us (me) fear getting too comfortable. Indeed, it can be a dangerous place when it gets in the way of reality, of love, of hope. Sometimes it lead into the status-quo of materialism, all about self-indulgence, forgetful of the people outside who sit in the rain with no umbrella. In my comfort, I am afraid of forgetting my blessings, becoming numb and comatose, perhaps missing out on risk and passion.

However, I find that nothing does more for my sense of LIFE and exuberance than a few moments in indulgent R & R. It seems that more passion, more energy, and more heart come from those restorations than any sort of fear. Every person, regardless of wealth, needs rest.

So, what would my dream "comfort" look like (this is not in any way relational comfort, mind you. Purely material).

Comfort would feel like the plush pillowtop mattress on a California King bed at Shutters on the Beach:

And I would be completely cocooned in cashmere. Really soft cashmere.

It would smell like eucalyptus citrus scents at the 5 Star Nun Spa & Museum where the Non-Scotsman and I went in Assisi.

It would sound like Gymnopedie No. 1.

And at the end of this moment, the huge sigh you breathe feels so vibrant and content and full of joy.

Snow Days

2011-01-12T10:15:00.000-08:00

Do you remember the childhood feeling of rolling out from under warm covers to find SNOW on the ground? Pure delight!

It was like pure, brilliant diamonds gathered in piles around the yard, spilling onto the windowpanes. I imagine my friend and bridal jewelry designer, Tyler A. Sholdt, would say they were FL diamonds, the rarest diamonds that receive the distinctive honor of being labeled as flawless (FL).

Snow days brought a break from school and a tumbling urge to play.

This morning, then, you can imagine how fast my heart raced when I woke up to that same white goodness. I heard it, rather than saw it, actually. I heard the cars screeching outside trying to avoid having to descend Denny across I-5. I heard people yelling in the alley as they slipped and careened downthe sidewalk. Ah, the city. Snow on Denny & Bellevue

does not always have the same quiet effect as snow in the Vermont hills.

However, the snow still provided the unexpected break from my morning agenda, and I found myself giddy at the thought of rolling over, burrowing into my covers, and reading a good book about my soul.

I scoured my bathtub to sparkle like the diamonds, stretched to the tempo of Erykah Badu, and made goodies for friends who will find out the gender of their baby today. A baby who will someday wake up to snow days and make snow angels.

I sat with the mug I got for Christmas that reads "Keep Calm and Carry On," and I knew it was possible.

Snow Days!

Cheers! To the People Who Remind Us...

2010-12-22T10:19:00.000-08:00

One of The Non-Scotsman's good, rowdy friends also happens to have a magic touch. He came up to visit in Seattle to see my man, of course, but also to rent an ancient camera: a 35mm Hasselblad.

This man shot some of my favorite things without any editing! He gave me a fresh vantage point above my life, where I am now standing with arms open wide, yelling "THANK YOU!"

My neighborhood joint:

My place of work:

My parent's backyard:

My husband and my views:

My new hang at Melrose Market:

And even me in my pearls, made by my dear friend Jessica Andrews:

(I actually was very happy here; although I look like I'm about to pounce)...

Cheers to Nate and his wife for reminding me how beautiful life is, remind me to look at the details, remind me to be thankful.

Merry Christmas Seattle!

A Perfect, Bitter Stocking Stuffer

2010-12-20T14:37:00.000-08:00

This year, I am all about the small things. (Think: "stocking stuffers" of life). They might not be the biggest packages under the tree, but they often bring the most pungent joy. And these little, beautiful, things happen all over Seattle.

Watching my nephews open their gifts early in Issaquah.

A great phone conversation with a new friend in Belltown.

Scoring 250 points in skeeball at King's Hardware in Ballard.

A cup of peppermint tea in this nook at Roy Street Coffee & Tea on Capitol Hill

An impromptu Christmas kiss with my husband at Canlis,

(Canlis, 2010 - photo compliments Christopher Keuhl)

The sweet success of victory after a 3 day battle with port-braised short ribs

And watching the Packers lose yesterday with an avid Packer fan!

However, if I could name my most favorite REAL stocking stuffer of 2010, it might be these:

Scrappy's Bitters:

While strolling 12th Avenue on a rainy night on my (Capitol) Hill a few weeks ago I stumbled across these incredible bitters at the 12th & Olive Wine Co. It was about 9:00 at night, and I have to imagine the owner was avoiding going home or something, because he spent a good half hour deconstructing (ie: tearing apart like a wild coyote!) Woodinville wineries and then showing off these bitters.

It didn't take much convincing to fall in love with a line of hand-crafted organic bitters with flavors like celery, orange, lavender, chocolate and cardamom. What a beautiful addition to anything, be it beverage or food. I'd take a stocking full of Scrappy's any day!

Pre-Thanksgiving Thanks

2010-11-22T10:11:00.000-08:00

I think I entered full Thanksgiving mode on Saturday...every sense attuned to festivity and stuffed with winter squash.

It started with a stop down the street at the Melrose Market,

(A Rainbow of Winter Chard, Marigold & Mint, 2010)

(Winter Blooms, Marigold & Mint, 2010)

(You know you're a retailer to be reckoned with when you can make string something gorgeous, Marigold & Mint, 2010)

(A golden angel, Marigold & Mint, 2010)

a bump into some friends, a handful of Mike & Ike's from the handy candy machine at Utretch's Art Supply Store, and a good read and macchiatos at Victrola with the Non-Scotsman.

(Who wouldn't want that face across the table from them? Victrola Coffee Roasters, 2010)

We arrived at my parents house to find my grandpa falling out of our birch trees, stringing Christmas lights. This is a man's man, who can get up and laugh it off:

(M.r Richard "Papa Dick" Schmautz ladies and gentlemen!, 2010)

We spent the rest of the day doing this:

(My goddaughter and niece, Isabella, 2010)

eating this

(Smitten Kitchen's Sweet Potato Gratin, 2010)

and thankfully licking anything and everything out of the bowl.

(Jiovanni "gets it!", 2010)

And Thanksgiving isn't even here yet!

yes.

2010-11-10T11:05:00.000-08:00

This made my week.

Found here: on Etsy

A Bit of Motherland'ish Light

2010-11-03T16:54:00.001-07:00

Light, in Italy, is simply different.

Italian light caresses the land...

(Assisi, 2010)

(Piazzale Michaelangelo at Sunrise, 2010)

(Assisi and olive branches, 2010)

(Pace de Assisi, 2010)

Adores the people in the land...

(Post-gelato lull in San Gimignano, 2010)

(A monk, 2010)

And generally does its best to show off.

(My Mysterious Non-Scotsman, Assisi, 2010)

The Birds & The Bees

2010-10-24T04:34:00.001-07:00

A good understanding of that crucial life-lesson, "the Birds & the Bees" led me to yesterdays event: helping host a baby shower for one of my "loveliest" friends. On a sidenote, am I the only one who's wondered "Why birds, why bees, why together?"

Anyway, I took some vintage sketches of the two animals (also, are bees even considered animals?) and made up some invitations.*

I kept the little-tag theme going from the invitations to the seating cards...**

Now this particular friend loves all things French, charming, warm, and generally just "lovely," as she often says. She also harbors a delight in great children's books, so we requested each guest bring a copy of her childhood favorite, her classic.*** These were added to the Sholdt Family Library, and were stamped as such:

Rebecca's selections of fine teas, Jessica's homemade quiches, Le Panier brioches and macarons...yes, we showered...

(Two mothers-to-be, "lovely" on the right. 2010)

* Note: I'd arrived home the night before from the Motherland, so in my head I was actually serving dinner, not brunch

** Acknowedgement: A hearty thanks to the gentleman at Kinko's who helped print these invitations despite the fact that they were set up horrifically!

*** Note: We determined previously that a "good" children's book has memorable illustrations and does not try to sneak in some innane moral lesson (ie: eat organic, ride a bike to work, recycle).

Off to My Motherland

2010-10-06T22:30:00.000-07:00

Can you guess where I'm heading in 6 hours?

I plan on feeling like this...

And stopping to smell roses, like this...

Someplace where this happens spontaneously...

And using these words...

Or perhaps words like va bene, prego, e troppo vino per piacere...to describe all of this I'm enjoying...

And eating lots and lots of this...

Can you guess the destination?

Random Summer Fruit

2010-09-18T10:15:00.000-07:00

(My first nectarine tart with cornmeal crust, 2010)

There's something in my nature that attempts recipes without having complete or correct ingredients in hand. I'd decided to try a little apricot vanilla tart with cornmeal crust (thank you to whoever gifted us with a Williams Sonoma cookbook for a wedding gift). Sure, the store had no apricots, and yes, I forgot the apricot preserves and maybe one or two other things. Never mind that, because I loved how my Nectarine-tart-with-strawberry-and-vanilla turned out on my somewhat-difficult-to-cut-cornmeal-crust. I had to bake it no matter what the recipe called for: I think it's that summer is clearly closing its curtain and I'm trying to enjoy every last sense of it.

As a tribute to the end of summer, I want to share with you the following excerp. It's a bit random (like my baking and md) and not about elusive apricots or dainty, thin-skinned nectarines, but a tribute to my favorite summer symbol of all: Peaches.

From Blossoms

by Li-Young Lee

From blossoms comes
this brown paper bag of peaches
we bought from the boy
at the bend in the road where we turned toward
signs painted Peaches.

From laden boughs, from hands,
from sweet fellowship in the bins,
comes nectar at the roadside, succulent
peaches we devour, dusty skin and all,
comes the familiar dust of summer, dust we eat.

O, to take what we love inside,
to carry within us an orchard, to eat
not only the skin, but the shade,
not only the sugar, but the days, to hold
the fruit in our hands, adore it, then bite into
the round jubilance of peach.

There are days we live
as if death were nowhere
in the background; from joy
to joy to joy, from wing to wing,
from blossom to blossom to
impossible blossom, to sweet impossible blossom.

Bread & Bubbly Supper Club: Part 2

2010-08-31T17:01:00.000-07:00

We hosted our 2nd Bread & Bubbly Supper Club last Friday, and invitations just may have been even more intriguing than the first event ---

(The invitation front)

(and back)

It started more delicately than raw steak. 20 guests sampled Julia Child's Moules a la Marinaire & our selected House Champagne (see previous post about Supper #1) & House Bread from Le Panier.

We fenced everyone outside on the front deck, near the champagne and freshly picked blackberries

with great music and a teaser of the menu to come.

Guests took numbers to mark & claim their meat, knowing that in a few minutes we were going to escort them down to the local organic butcher to select their meal.

Little did they know the table (set with butcher paper and dahlias) was ready for them in the back yard.

(Or maybe The Non-Scotsman knew, as he had helped set up the French lights)

Hugs were shared,

Expressions were outrageous,

and new friends were made.
A movie star even happened in for a moment to check out the scene...

AND THEN WE MARCHED....

STAGGERED...PARADED...

STROLLED...FROLICKED...

Our way down to the shop of Bill the Butcher.

The very-knowledgable Ross gave us a "Meat 101" lecture, convinced us all that Terus Major is a much under-appreciated cut of meat, and sold it us us by the pound.

Once back in the kitchen, Rebecca proceeded to make the most divine Summer Creamed Corn from Thomas Keller to go with our house-made truffle fries, Caesar salad, and big wines.

We found ourselves out back, Phil manning the grill, wine in our glasses, friends at our sides.

The lights grew brighter and we feasted like kings. Carnivorous kings.

Ampersands & Ampersands

2010-08-29T21:59:00.000-07:00

The stewardess was giving me sharp, directed looks to turn off my iPod – but I was torn between disturbing her authority and finishing Ray LaMontagne’s new album. His music is an enchanted wood, but a dirty wood – maybe somewhere between Grangeville & Knoxville.

And the thing I couldn’t get over was the ampersand (&). The title is : God Willing & the Creek Don't Rise.

But this is not about the music. This is about the album title - the AMPERSAND.

Nothing says “I’m starting a cool business,” “opening a trendy restaurant,” or making stylin’ music” like an ampersand (&). It’s a ticket to the inside track.

Think about it, just here in Seattle:

- Needle & Thread (pre-prohibition upstairs room of Tavern Law that serves cocktails out of this vast array of bowl-style champagne glasses)

- Emmer & Rye

- Sway & Cake (Malibu-like boutique on 5^th)

- Anchovies & Olives (another of Ethan Stowell’s babies on Capitol Hill)

- Flora & Henri (magical children’s boutique with Pima cotton folded like cacoons on the displays)

- The Walrus & the Carpenter (new oyster bar in Ballard)

A majority of the new Melrose Market:

Sitka & Spruce (ok, their bar just uses the apostrophe: Bar Ferd’nand)

Marigold & Mint

Calf & Kid

Anyway, you get the idea.

The Ampersand (&) really is this swirling bit of magic - so much better looking that the word “and” all spelled out to be exposed to the next thought.

I like it because it implies that there’s a tension going on. It’s not all just black, or white – it’s Black & White. There’s more than one story; it’s multi-dimensional. I also like it because when I bought my grandma’s 1996 Forest Green GMC Jimmy for college, she gave me an Ampersand (&) keychain that I’ve kept ever sense. Grandma & Me.

A Dahlia named "Zorro"

2010-08-26T07:32:00.000-07:00

I never imagined saying this, but "Thank God for the Puget Sound Dahlia Association!" I discovered their handiwork on a run through Volunteer Park a year ago, and have anticipated these blooms all year.

Like a multi-cultural festival, the Dahlia Garden celebrates an astonishing array of one species: every shape, color and size imaginable. The best part is, the Association names them all! There's even a "flower of the year" I wonder what they do with that fact? Bring it to the podium, rise in their chairs, and applaud it?

Last night I rushed to the park at dusk to take a few photos. 79 degrees outside, picnic'ers all around, and color everywhere.

The bees also found this garden.

And...perhaps my favorite name...

Can't you imagine them as creatures living deep in the bottom of the sea...

A Walk to Roots

2010-08-23T19:17:00.000-07:00

I took a lazy summer walk.

Even the boats were feeling vacation,

warming on the sand, their backs to the August sun.

(The beach where The Non-Scotsman proposed, 2010)

The water relaxed - as if by a pool.

Trees fanned their surface

as tender little waves moved with the song of the popsicle man

dinging down the street.

(The beach we know better than to try and trespass on, 2010)

Bark cracked - exposing itself to the heat.

(An old cedar at Rosary Heights, Woodway WA, 2010)

Even deep, pale roots came out to greet the stranger we Seattlites call: "the Sun."

(A root sighting at Stewart Island, 2010)

Cakes & Bacon

2010-08-16T21:36:00.000-07:00

The Island that survived the Pig War

2010-08-12T12:20:00.000-07:00

The San Juan Islands are my happiest place. Full of loving parents, friends, and the great and wild outdoors.Time there always means sunsets, bald eagles, fresh crab meat filling the fridge, and bad boat names. It also means:

hiking in the mossy outdoors:

Scouting for whales:

Clamming:

Bread & Bubbly Supper Club : Part I

2010-08-03T21:35:00.000-07:00

It was high time someone started a supper club. I thought it might as well be me.

I've been dreaming for a while now of getting groups together over fabulous food with the intention of learning something new and meeting someone new - someone you're probably going to like.

This is more than a group who eats together; the purpose is to learn something fresh. Each party will have a special expert in a field who will teach for a few minutes on their expertise. It could be chef talking about food, but it might be a psychologist telling us how our brains work, or an astronaut talking about constellations, or a card shark showing us some tricks. We might have brunch on a dock, or caramels in an open field at midnight. I'm open - but each one must include new faces and new ideas.

I gathered 3 women who are known for their class, taste, and ability to have a good time, and we started meeting for coffee at Le Pichet to discuss the details. This is what happened:

Bread & Bubbly Supper Club #1. We figured bread and champagne go with everything, so perhaps we should find some to make our "house favorites." The "Bread" essentially is us, the constant hostesses, and the "Bubbly" is the revolving personalities and teachers that will grace our guest lists. The sparkle, the fizz!

We desperately needed a logo, so inspired by these fabulous beverage labels:

The Non-Scotsman helped me create this:

We printed this on invitations, on the door, and onto labels to put on our chosen champagne bottle. Each of us invited 4 guests who we thought would find this kind of night interesting; people who love food and wine and opinions about it. It's fun to get like-minded souls together knowing they'll immediately love each other. And it worked!

Le Panier agreed to not only send Laura, their gracious manager, to speak to us about bread, but sent about 70 loaves of the most crusty, warm French breads we'd ever seen! Campagna, Baguettes, Brioche galore! By the end of the night she'd convinced her husband that he was missing the time of his life and he left his own gathering at his local pub and joined the gaiety.

The light poured in the condo windows that overlooked the Sound, brilliant as 27 guests gathered to eat, drink bottles of champagne (and other sparkling wines not from that region), and consume loaves of bread. Ryan Anthony, a wine genius from Canlis, selected an assortment of sparkers for us to try and we merrily tasted our way through them for hours.

We never could agree on much - the Brioche tied with the Campagne. Three champagnes pretty much tied, although I'm sure someone voted twice.

You know you've had a good night, and a lot of bread, when each guest is leaving with loaves under each arm and fresh Le Panier cookies stuffed in their pockets.

Your Mint Is Making Me Jealous

2010-07-26T13:15:00.000-07:00

What happens when a girl tries to grow a charming herb garden in a 425 sq./ft. condo with no patio and a sole window that opens itself to morning dump-truck exhaust and late night Capitol Hill revelers?

Anxious, dying plants, that's what!

This is my mint plant; it reminds me of one of those "This is your brain on drugs" posters:

(RIP Mint Plant: May 2010 - July 2010)

This frustration has led me to a love-hate relationship with my charming neighbors who run the floral shop at The Melrose Market.

(The Melrose Project Design)

First, I guess I hate this whole place only because it is so divine I wish I built it, lived in it, lived above it, or lived under it. Dunn & Hobbes did a ridiculous job renovating the triangular block of historic automotive buildings. Grease is exchanged for exposed beams, concrete, brick and food. They created an environment happier than dark chocolate on a Fran's Sea Salt Caramel.

(Fran's - strategically headquartered 4 blocks from my house)

Anyways, back to mint.

If anyone can keep mint alive, it's this floral shop: Marigold and Mint: the organic floral and food vendor who entices The Non-Scotsman into buying me bunches of fresh flowers.

(Marigold & Mint)

No wonder he's enticed: with herbs & flowers that look like this!:

The rest of the Market is pretty spectacular, too, and I don't know if I can really say I have a favorite:

Rain Shadow Meats with their stained butcher blocks and cases of marbled cow? (Pigs head in window included).

The Calf & Kid? Perhaps the favorite, simply because their name is darling and they know well enough to get breads from wheaty Macrina Bakery to compliment their cheeses.

Last night's favorite was Bar Ferd'nand, where The Non-Scotsman and I sat nibbling on marcona almonds and musing over the fact that Jay Kuehner, the chemist from Sambar, is tending this bar on his own home-hill.

But ... drum roll, please... I'm still waiting for the Big Kahuna: a first visit to Sitka & Spruce. I don't know why I'm waiting, because it looks like heaven and I've heard tastes better than...better than that.

I'm already jealous of myself for getting to go.

Proud to be a Seattleite!

2010-06-28T15:08:00.000-07:00

(don't you love the "world's fair" style event poster?)

I had no idea the cultural marvel of an evening I was in for when I suggested we head to Artopia on Saturday night. Sounded harmless enough: some live music, "multi-disciplinary" art, repurposed furniture and lots of dark beer. I mean, the only reason I didn't get married in that favorite old factory on Airport Way was because we thought some of our relatives might be scared by the late night carousing across the street at 9lb Hammer. I don't drink beer, but I like being with people who do.

It was a gorgeous night, and we wandered in and out of a lot of bad art shows, bored by most, laughing at the hysterical:

(It's just true.)

We peaked at Via Tribunali's street oven firing up The Non-Scotsman's favorite Seattle meal for only $5 a pizza. Heaven from the oven.

(Via Tribunali pizza)

We admired our favorite furniture-maker's lamps at Great Stuff, but things started rapidly flailing downhill about Block 4 with the local dance troupe flopping on a plastic mat, and then this guy:

(I didn't ask...)

I quickly grabbed cheap sushi to-go, and we revved the engine into the sunset, driving over to Alki for the final glimpse. A complete contrast: the suburban waterfront and campfire-song atmosphere of West Seattle. We were stuck in the traffic of the young hipsters trying to "drag main" - awesome.

(I took this from my passenger seat, too relaxed and lazy to exit the car and sit on the bench and be part of this scene myself, 2010)

On the way home, in lieu of cocktails we decided Milkshakes & Cokes were in order from Dick's on Broadway right by our house. Again, a innocent decision. However, it happened to be the Eve of the Capitol Hill Gay Pride Parade, and all of Broadway was blocked off for the festivities. Street vendors selling henna tattoos and beaded sarongs sashayed to the live music coming from behind Julia's on Broadway. Massive men in hiked skirts sang Aretha Franklin - the finale of the night.

(The dance party outside Julias)

Pulling into our garage I marveled at the cultures we had just experienced:

Georgetown garage fishnet stockings and tatted kilt-wearing artists.

West Seattle family-friendly main drag filled with marshmallow puffs.

Capitol Hill gay pride in all it's vibrant sashaying.

Proud to be a Seattle-ite!

I'd Rather be Stuck in Traffic...

2010-06-15T10:42:00.000-07:00

It was nearly 9:00pm on one of our longest and warmest Seattle days. Knowing we had about an hour until the sun set behind the Olympic Mountains, The Non-Scotsman and I decided to scuttle over to West Seattle to watch the orb take it's plunge.

We put the top down and went the scenic route - our favorite - Highway 99, aka: The Alaskan Way Viaduct. Built in 1952, this bridge has been both a stunning architectural feat and a thorn from the burning sulfur of Hades in Seattle's side. I adore it.

(The Viaduct during construction, 1952)

Just as we pulled onto it, however, we skidded to a sharp stop, nearly colliding with the car in front of us. The Mini behind us screeched to a stop inches from our bumper. We braced ourselves, like soldiers that understand the battle to come, for the inevitable. Stand-still traffic jam. We sat for a moment or 10, finally realizing we were going nowhere really at all, and started enjoying the scenery around us, snapping photos with our phones out of the top of the convertible. We realized where we were - sitting happily on a bridge with priceless, untapped views all around. I sat back and smiled broadly at the jam-packed car of hip-hoppers stopped next to us.

City on the left - Puget Sound on the right. Sensory enjoyment overload.

Ferries. Passengers.

Water. Waves.

Architecture. Design.

Markets. Delights.

Some things I learned while stuck in traffic:

1. There's some sort of factory directly in front of the cheeky Four Seasons Hotel. Doesn't block their view, but does produce a billowing steam in front of their views.

2. Owners of the Four Seasons Condos and I have a lot in common: we both love to sit on our balconies with a glass of wine and watch the sunset with good friends.

3. Seattlites will grow plants ANYWHERE.

4. A sneak peak into the old brick Pioneer Square apartments off the highway shows that many of them leave their laundry strewn about the house.

5. People, maybe some stuck in traffic like us, have gotten out of their cars and written love notes on the cement pillars of the highway. Risking death for the sake of love, eh?

6. Parking garages get all the good, big windows. I want to live in one.

The sun tucked in for the night before we ever got to the end of the bridge by the stadiums. We'd been in the car over an hour, but we didn't need West Seattle by then, anyway. The hour in the car, on the most scenic piece of property in the city, filled us up to contentment.

I hope I hit traffic again soon.

Homemade Ginger Ale

2010-06-03T16:12:00.001-07:00

(My first try at Homemade Ginger Ale today, 2010)

I've never thought of making homemade Ginger Ale until today. Come on now, who thinks of making their own soda?

I came across the recipe while scouting out a fun non-alcoholic treat for some pregnant company coming over tonight. Something that would pair well with my Pavlova with Cream...

(Pavlova with Cream)

I scoured the recipe and immediately made for Uwajimaya for cheap, fresh ginger (see recipe below).

(Fresh chunks of ginger)

The smell of simmering ginger took over my kitchen like my loud relatives take over a room (that means it took over in a good way, just really strong).

(I clearly had too much fun making a still life out of the syrup, 2010)

Tonight, we'll simply add a bit of soda and garnish with a lime. If not pregnant I recommend "garnishing" with a bit of Gin as well.

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From Imbibe Magazine:

2 Cups unpeeled, washed fresh ginger, roughly chopped

2 Cups Sugar

6 Cups Water

*** Bring to a boil in a pot and lower to a simmer for 1 hour

*** Strain out ginger

When ready to serve, fill glasses with ice, about 1/3 cup ginger syrup, and top with Club Soda or sparkling water.

Garnish with a lime or fresh mint.

Memorial to S'Mores

2010-06-02T11:50:00.000-07:00

(My sister, Alicia, with her glorious creation, 2010)

There's only one thing better than finding a dry place on a rainy day, sparking a raging fire, and leaning back with a bunch of family and friends: HUGE MARSHMALLOWS!

I learned something this Memorial Day weekend: there are now marshmallows BIG enough to fill an entire graham cracker and require an entire chocolate bar. They're called "Giant Roasters," and they make even a rain-drenched holiday cheerful. They're GIGANTIC: a treat to be reckoned with.

(A bag of fluffy glory, 2010)

(My sister and nephew, a moment of Memorial silence, 2010)

A beautiful blog, Twig & Thistle posted an idea from Packaging Specialties here in Seattle just a bit ago that I found charming and will certainly make to give as a favor at the next Giant Roaster BBQ.

My Not-So-Scary Back Alley

2010-05-25T17:56:00.000-07:00

If only all back alleys could get the Space Needle so perfectly situated at sunset...

(The view from my back alley at sunset, 2010)

Vancouver

2010-05-19T17:28:00.000-07:00

"The Non-Scotsman" went out of town, so I called a girls' weekend to order. Only a short drive (and one somewhat intimidating checkpoint) to our North is Vancouver, B.C. I've been twice for a few hours and even once for a night, but have always driven home keenly aware that I somehow missed the city's international charms.

(MY map of Vancouver, 2010)

This trip was different: one of those vacations where you always find the perfect parking spot, the sun comes out at just the right moments and the locals you meet actually seem to like you. We Seattlites found a kindred spirit in Vancouver, so much so that we renamed the district's on our tourist map to reflect their counterparts in Seattle. (See my version above)

(The oddly piled strawberries on Granville Island - like pyramids)

Our first stop was a walk along the waterway to Granville Island, Vancouver's younger version of Pike Place Market. The best hidden gem in the lot was Paper-Ya, a boutique for paper, bookbinding, stationary, and more ways of documenting or inviting than any place I've seen lately. I stood for about a quarter of an hour just turning around and around, like Julie Andrews on the hills in the Sound of Music.

We sat in the sun, tasted the free samples of baked goodness, and jumped the rainbow "Aquabus" back down the inlet to our hotel, trying unsuccessfully not to get sat on and squashed by tired tourists.

(Our Aquabus from Granville Island)

Then ... we got serious, got dressed, and got to dining:

Starting off at the acclaimed Blue Water Cafe in Yaletown/Belltown, we bellied up to the raw

bar and ordered some of the most refined sushi I've seen in a while.

(The Blue Water Cafe bar where I indulged in the tall, cheesy breadsticks)

Their tagline is "Celebrating our Ocean's Harvest." I'll raise a glass to them any day, especially to our 30-something already-graying barman who took such good care of us. I'll call him Brad.

As we were polishing off our ginger Brad said, "Hey, go find Dave at Uva Wine Bar around the corner. Some of the best wines by the glass in town."

(We cozied into white armchairs at Uva, 2010)

We took his advice, and off we tromped in our heels - my already-crumpled map in hand. Dave was the gracious host Brad made him out to be, although we ended up letting him recreate some classic cocktails in our honor, foregoing the wine. Green Chartreuse with cool mint will make any night fresh & dreamy.

Dave said, "You know, you really should go find Salt in Gastown." So, off we scuttled again, map in hand, heels thankfully not yet in hand. We cautiously walked through Gastown's restored industrial warehouses, following our directions with wide eyes into a dark, garbage-ridden alley. If only our husbands could see us now. A light beckoned from the left side of the alley's corridor, and we tripped into Salt - one big Edison light bulb of glory and cheese in the darkness.

Salt Tasting Room is a dream restoration project - simple brick walls, wood tables, and blackboard paint with white chalk everywhere, foretelling the delectable you are about to enjoy. One of the most accessible culinary concepts, Salt required guests pair varieties of cheeses, charcuterie and accompaniments to their eclectic wine selections. They glibly offer suggestions and directions, and we took our waitress up on what was supposedly rated "the best cheese in the whole world," a soft goat. I confessed (not to our over-eager waitress) that preferred the blue.

We discovered the cellar via chalk writing on a slate door, and down in the dungeon was the sweetest meat locker you've ever seen. A long communal table invited a party.

(Salt's communal table and meat locker)

Determining that "3rd stop's the charm," we took our last swigs of sparkling vintages and bites of Best-In-The-World-Cheese. Serendipitous, we meandered back to our perfectly-priced budget hotel to dream of lockers full of aging meats. Vancouver, we're smitten with you.

(...and that was just Day 1!)

Green Umbrellas

2010-05-18T17:46:00.001-07:00

I took two little photos with my iPhone camera about 3 hours ago. No filters or crazy lenses. Just a moment fascinated by the beautiful green umbrellas in my mother's backyard, and wanted to share them with you.

Cantinetta & Epulo Bistro

2010-05-13T15:49:00.000-07:00

I have discovered two long-lost sisters: Cantinetta in Wallingford and Epulo Bistro in Edmonds. They dress the same, talk the same, look nearly identical.

I happen to know Epulo even considered buying the same lamps hanging above the Cantinetta bar.

I have a confession, however. I have a wild favorite! It is okay to have a favorite between twins, right? A darling? One that tugs your heart and one that leaves your heart a bit ... still?

I went to Cantinetta for the first time last night. I know, I know, I'm a year behind the curve.

(Cantinetta, 2009)

It was everything I wanted and expected. A warm ambiance, approachable wine selections, Italian influence oozing from its cheese selections, and a choice of espresso or limoncello to finish the meal.

Last week I went (for the ump-teenth time) to Epulo Bistro, where I experienced very similar cuisine, a bit more liberal pours of Italian wine, and a nearly identical atmosphere.

At BOTH Cantinetta & Epulo I:

- Ordered Roasted Cauliflower. Both topped with Grana Padano.

- I drank dirty Italian wines.

- I sat under nearly identical decor, from the rustic flooring to dark wood. The candles burn the same flame. They're both a bit too loud.

- I visited their websites, which look similar.

- I even sat by some of the same diners at both restaurants.

However, there's a genuine hospitality at Epulo Bistro that can't be mimicked or improved upon, even with all-organic ingredients. It's a sense of friendship when you walk in the door, as the owner comes up to you and asks if he can make you comfortable. It's an inborn sense of true warmth and welcome that comes from a pure heart that actually, truly enjoys another's companionship. Cantinetta looked a bit put out when we asked them to fix our table, which was rocking like a boat during a monsoon.

Epulo Bistro moved tables out of the way when we wanted to make part of the dining room our dance floor.

Nature's Chandelier

2010-05-10T17:17:00.000-07:00

(Photo compliments of this site)

Remember the first time you walked into a ballroom and saw the huge, glittering chandeliers? Weren't they splendid? Weren't you splendid sharing a room with them?

Well, for an event at Overlake Christian Church I wanted to turn a quite-sterile space into a room ready for music, for dancing, for gaiety. Unfortunately, a church budget would barely let us buy a used lamp from Ikea, so improvisation was required - but what fun!

To make my chandeliers I was inspired by the strong form of the still-bare branches all over Seattle. Why could they not form the base for the lighting? I called around and eventually found a tree trimming company out in Woodinville that had excess branches, so The Non-

Scotsman and I tramped down there one morning to fill his pickup. Little did we know that the trees would be piled WHOLE and that they would be piled on two-three feet of gooey mud! The Non-Scotsman, while carrying a whole birch truck, tripped and fell face-first into the thick brown slop - I haven't laughed that hard in weeks!

FSA (Floral Supply Syndicate) would be a good alternative to purchase branches, should your budget allow - manzanita are best.

The Northwest Wholesale Florist was kind enough to order me more than 500 glass crystals to my liking, and I had the makings for my chandeliers.

During this process, I found so many gorgeous things you can do with branches:

A clothes rack:

A minimalistic chandelier:

A rustic chandelier:

A framing design element:

A bedframe:

However, we hung them in the attic of the church and proceeded to fill them with crystals.

(Our hard-won, free branches)

Then, I stole an idea from Anthropologie where you take sheets and tie them into long organic and vibrant columns.

Anthropologie doesn't tell you how many unpaid interns it takes to make one. Hours, upon hours, upon hours, of tearing and tying sheets in my condo. Also, it is harder to find good sheet colors at thriftstores than one would imagine.

(Sheets in piles)

(Sheets hanging from my window)

(Sheets in more piles)

(And still hanging)

But once you get enough of them they really are quite magical!

(Hanging on a glorious day outside!)

I'm ashamed I have no pictures of the final outcome at Overlake- but hopefully I'll get some soon.

I think what I keep learning is that "tight budgets lead to creative bursts, long hours, and satisfied sighs."

Mint & Margaritas

2010-05-10T14:43:00.000-07:00

I decided, about 4 minutes ago, that out of all 5 of my senses, I am appreciating the sense of smell the most these days.

The cup of peppermint tea I'm enjoying right now. Can it be beat?...

...Possibly by the smell of my Margarita Cakes baking this past Wednesday for my Cinco de Mayo gathering. I had minors coming over, and felt they needed a way to imbibe. 8 people in 425 square feet = hotter-than-tobasco festivities.

I found the recipe here, if you're interested in finding another way to incorporate alcohol into your daily life.

Mr. Channing

2010-05-03T16:34:00.000-07:00

To live content with small means;

(A server on break I came across in Spain; I saw him as content - relaxed)

to seek elegance rather than luxury,

(My living room lives, 2010)

and refinement rather than fashion;

to be worthy, not respectable; and

wealthy, not rich; to study hard,

(The Non-Scotman at his studies)

think quietly, talk gently, act frankly...

to listen to stars

(Nephew Johnmarc at the zoo, 2010)

and buds, to babes and sages, with open heart;

(The Non-Scotsman contemplating Puget Sound, 2010)

await occasions,

(One of the most illustrious-looking occasions I ever stumbled upon, Spain)

hurry never...this is my symphony.

-William Henry Channing

Mad Men eat Jell-o

2010-04-24T22:24:00.000-07:00

My girlfriend, Jessica, threw the best party last night. A Mad Men party.

(The cast of the TV show)

1960's Mad Men parties (might) include:

A hearty pot-roast (a husband's righteous expectation):

Lively neighborhood gossip and discussion of the Cuban missile crisis:

A pack (or two) of Lucky Strikes:

Glamourous stockings, pearls, and more pearls:

Hearty compliments of the cottage-cheese filled Jell-o salad mold:

And whiskey, cocktails, whiskey, cocktails, whiskey...