Eastern Market Saturday

easternmarket_5Last weekend Zach and his girlfriend came up from Charlottesville to visit. I really love visitors, because it means that I can ignore school work for a little while and wander around our neighborhood loving it.

But I should confess… we aren’t terribly original with our visitors. We know what we like in the neighborhood, so really the decision making comes down to whether brunch should be at Ted’s Bulletin or Boxcar Tavern. I know, crazy big decisions over here.  We just really love ambling through Eastern Market, getting macarons at Sweet Lobby, and browsing through books at Capital Hill Books.

There are a lot of visitors headed our way over the next month and I am pretty thrilled to be revisiting these places as much as possible!  Here are a couple shots from our day… I can’t promise that there won’t be very similar pictures with future visitors.
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easternmarket_1easternmarket_16Ted’s won the brunch vote, in case you were still super curious. And obviously, I took this picture because Zach had the good sense to complete the Primary color Triad and you know I can’t resist that.

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The Harbingers of Spring…maybe.

easternmarketDear Spring,

Hi there.  I know it’s been a long time since we’ve seen each other, but this is just a friendly note to say COME BACK NOW. Or else. I was pretty sure there for awhile that you were trying to come. I saw the first daffodils in bloom this weekend, but then Winter showed up again and scared you off. Stop being a whimp. Stand your ground.  Because I am officially tired of all my winter clothes and I am almost at the point of wearing sundresses with mismatched winter sweaters a-la-Lorelai Gilmore. You do not want that fashion disaster on your conscience. I’m tired of my flannel sheets, my flannel pants, my puffy coat, and my sad winter dry hair. I want to use my porch for more than bike storage. I think I can take the liberty to speak for everyone when I say that WE ARE READY.

Ok thanks. Glad we got that cleared up.

~Hannah

(See last year’s first daffodil post and poem here.)

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Four more years!

So guess who’s starting a PhD in the fall?vscocam487

That lady right there, the one with the Heidi-esque hair and the  squinty eyes.vscocam484

If you had asked me anytime in my first semester of my MA about doing a PhD, I would have laughed in your face because, to be honest, I hated everything about graduate school. But sometime in the second semester, I stopped hating it. Midway through the third semester, I realized I really liked it. Thus begins the slippery slope of academia.

In one sense, this was a decision that I fell into, propelled by the ease of continuing a program in a place where I am comfortable and happy, and the stability of having another meaningful element of our unpredictable time here in DC. But in another sense, this decision has been one fraught with anxiety and second guessing myself. Do I really want to spend four more year in school? Am I actually able to write a dissertation? Is it worth it if I ultimately decide that I just want to teach high school again?

Even more difficult than those questions about the program itself, where the questions about what this commitment does to the rest of our lives. Frankly, we can’t have it all. This is the real world. Our 20’s are a narrow window and the choices we make here resonate later in life. I see more and more of my friends on Facebook announcing that they are having a baby, or another one, and I wonder, am I making a decision that will later affect my desire to have a big family? I see friends buying houses and ask myself if four more years of me making only a stipend will cripple our chances of long-term savings or house ownership. I see things I want to get involved in at church and in the community that are precluded by evening classes and term papers. I choose this fig and then stress about the ones that are falling around me.

So what do I do? I lie on the couch and cry about my currently non-existent future children going to college far away and leaving me and life passing so quickly while I try to make it stop. Because that’s logical.

But sometimes all you can do is just take the next step, the one that makes the most sense at the moment, even if it is an intimidating, work-leaden, you-might-dread-this-later step. Because at the same time, it is an exciting and exhilarating step of which I am really proud. I guess all that other stuff will just have to wait. Is this “the right decision”? Who knows. But then again, is there really even just one right decision for most choices in life?vscocam485

What do you think? Do you worry that the decisions you are making now will limit other things later? Or am I the only crazy out there…

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Lately we’ve been taking a lot of walks.

Let’s take a walk.

Let’s take a walk, because I have old-person runner’s knees and they are hurting so much lately that I just can’t run every day, but doing nothing makes me cranky and does nothing to offset my cookie addiction.

walk2Let’s take a walk, because we are so blessed right now to live in one of the loveliest neighborhoods I can imagine and I never get tired of wandering the uneven brick sidewalks, counting the colored doors, and watching the sunset over the Capital dome and atop the row-houses.

Let’s take a walk, because I’m pretty sure spring is trying to come, and maybe if we walk and look for it we will find it in the tiny crocuses in the park, the paper wrapped blooms at the flower market, and that faint bright green that is spreading across the mud in Lincoln Park.

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Let’s take a walk, so I can hold your hand and we can talk and not be distracted by  our computers and cell phones and Netflix and Hulu and work and school and laundry and dirty floors that need cleaning and all that there is to do.

Let’s take a walk, because so much is uncertain right now and sometimes we just need to walk it out and talk about it all and have time to process and be excited and be scared and dream about someday and make plans and let our feet cover the blocks as we try to figure out how to take on the world.

Let’s talk a walk, because sometimes it’s just the only thing in the world to do.0004_Hannah and James(Last photo is an older one by Alumbra Photography, and no, we don’t usually walk in the middle of the street.)

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What’s the big deal about blogging?

It’s a funny thing, this blogging business. I have some thoughts about it that have been swirling around lately, and I wanted to finally share some.

It used to be that people kept journals or wrote letters to chronicle their existence. Now, we plaster it across the Internet through a multitude of social media. We use Instagram to record every meal, Twitter to announce our most recent location, and Facebook to…. well… share everything a second time. We use Pinterest to build future dream houses with closets full of designer clothes and plan the perfect wedding even after our own is over. We create blogs to have perpetual soapboxes.

And obviously, since I am writing this on my own blog, I am a lover of social media. I don’t pretend otherwise nor do I advocating living under a rock and missing out on all the fun ways to connect that are out there. Except Twitter. I just don’t get that one. It’s like a stressfully crafted Facebook status without any of the gratification of likes or comments. What’s the point? If you follow me, I will lead you nowhere.

But lately I have been thinking more about the point in blogging. And where better to find some things on this subject than on some blogs. Rebekah wrote a good post about “crafting” rather than “spewing” and Fran wrote one that was good in so many ways that I don’t even know where to start. In it she reminded people who blog to remember why they do it.

I’ve been thinking about that lately. Though it isn’t a huge commitment, it does take time to write posts, curate and upload images, and respond to comments. Why am I taking time away from other stuff to do that?

I know what I am not doing it and that is to make money.  This is a little blog, with a small readership, in a tiny corner of the Internet. I like it here. I realize there are people who become professional bloggers and I even read some of their blogs. But someday, I would like to have kids, and I don’t think I would be comfortable with making money off of other people looking at pictures of my family’s most private moments. I don’t want to ever have to share certain things, or not share other things, because I am somehow getting money from this hobby.

But as to this blog’s purpose, the simple answer is that I like doing it. There is something soothing about sorting through the thoughts, moments, tastes, and impressions of everyday life and then sharing those ones that others might appreciate as well. Life happens quickly, and currently my everyday life is lived very far from a lot of people that I love.  Here, I get to catch some of the best parts of everyday and hold on to them, sharing them through this little space.

So yes, blogging is trivial, like all the rest of social media. But that doesn’t necessarily make it pointless. My dad, an Old Testament scholar who loves all things pertaining to building monuments to remember things, described our impulse to document so well: “Photographs, souvenirs, journals and, yes, blogs, are not just trivia floating on the sea of social media; they are small but powerful sacramental moves against the tide of darkness and loss of life.”  We share everything an attempt to lose nothing.

Of course, if we are too busy commemorating life to live it fully and be fully present, that is maybe even worse than forgetting it. I know that I can be tempted to fall in to this trap, to want to share something too personal, or to be so distracted taking pictures of something to enjoy it. Luckily for me I married James, who is all too happy to remind me to stop documenting life and focus on living it. If we ever get to the point where I can’t do both, then I’ll quit blogging.

I also blog because I like reading other blogs. I’ve mentioned some of my favorites before and linked to them in the side bar, but here are a couple that I have to give a special note to because they do such a good job of living and sharing life.

  • Amanda’s blog is one of the few “mommy blogs” that I enjoy. Now before my friends with babies get all upset – if I know you, then yes, I do enjoy seeing pictures of your baby and hearing about what they can do now. But I don’t tend to read stats about babies to whom I have no actual tie. However, even if you don’t know Amanda, she writes with such candor and grace that it’s worth reading.
  • Sharon’s blog always makes me laugh, and by that I mean the snorting sort of laugh where whatever you were drinking comes out your nose. I’m pretty sure we were supposed to be friends when we had one overlapping year at college and I don’t know how I missed it.
  • Jess’s blog always offers hysterical Bachelor chats, so even though I usually stick to blogs of people I know in person, I like heading over there each week for some girl talk.
  • Nancy’s blog because it is funny in the way that passes the milk test as well. The milk test, as referenced above by Sharon’s blog, is of course the one where if you were drinking milk while reading, would you randomly do the aggressive snort laugh where milk comes out your nose. Gross, but true.

So that’s all I have to say now on blogging. It sounds silly, but I really do appreciate the time that you all take to read and comment, and I try to respond to all of the latter. Over the past couple months there have been a couple changes around her, updating the “About” page (which still had wedding planning happening… thank goodness that is over) and adding a “Sample” page of posts that are a good place to start so you don’t waste time reading a blog you don’t like. Thanks for sticking around.

Any thoughts on blogging from y’all, especially those who blog themselves?

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This is my winter song to you.

wintercollageI’ve decided that winter is over. Weather, let’s play along now.

When I think back on this winter, I think of our living room, and all the warm evenings there with old friends and new guests. I think of fresh snows and fresh cookies, of cold walks and [way too many] cups of hot chocolate. I think of game nights and date nights, breakfast in bed and dinner out on the town. I think of noble efforts to start a work out regimen and cookies eaten hot from the oven. These things are what compose my winter song.

(And I’ve also listened to the actual winter song about a million times this winter. See you next year best seasonal song ever!)

*From top: sunny kitchen/ weekly French grad dinner/ snowy dates with friends/ reverse charades/saturday ’round here/ ab ambitions/ cold walks with my love/ waking up to snowy steps/ continuing the search for best burger and shakes/ intial cookies/ hair tutorial/ winter sunset/ best winter legwear/ frozen fountains/ on of my favorite buildings/ dinner with our besties/ redhead night/ game night/ this is how we watch 24/ spinning/ Friday night thesis fun and my favorite socks.

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Chocolate Fudge Pie

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Remember last week when I gave you that unapologetically bad for you recipe for Seven Layer Bars and you all maybe hated me a little for how much you wanted to eat them and give up all attempts at healthy living?

Well today, in the form of the promised healthy recipe, I give you Chocolate Fudge Pie. Yes, you read that right.

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But first, a story about how this pie changed my life by making me recant my long avowed hatred for tofu.

A couple weeks ago I ate dinner with some people from my program at Kristen and Lee’s house. Remember them? They’re the ones who biked across the entire country this summer. They also eat vegan when eating at home, and Kristen tricked us all into eating a [mostly] vegan meal and liking it. At one point, as I was shoving my face with this impossibly rich mousse-like chocolate pie, Kristen piped up that it was made out of tofu.

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Yes, TOFU. The stuff that is pretty much what would come out if plants could sneeze.

But somehow… this pie is so impossibly rich and silky that I just don’t even care. Plus, it’s mostly vegan (and easily could be if you made a couple tweaks). And, if you used multiple ramekins and made it like a mousse cup, it would also be gluten-free and adorable. That’s why it’s magic.  Serve with diced strawberries and whipped cream and then gleefully wait until people compliment them and then yell “IT’S MADE OUT OF TOFU!!!” and watch their response.

Also, this whole pie took about 20 minutes to make, and that includes the time it took to drag each step onto my living room table, stand on chairs and take photos of it, and pause in the middle to eat spoonfuls of peanut butter dipped in chocolate chips because I am incapable of being faced with bowls of chocolate chips without chowing down. chocolate tofu pie_6

Alton Brown’s Moo-Less Chocolate Pie (recipe copied from here.)

  • 13 ounces semisweet chocolate chips
  • 1/3 cup coffee liqueur
  • 1 teaspoon vanilla extract
  • 1 pound silken tofu, drained
  • 1 tablespoon honey
  • 1 (9-inch) prepared chocolate wafer crust

Directions
Place enough water in the bottom of a 4-quart saucepan to come 1 inch up the sides. Bring to a simmer over medium heat.meltingchocolateMelt the chocolate chips with the liqueur and vanilla in a medium metal bowl set over the simmering water, stirring often with a rubber or silicone spatula. Combine the tofu, chocolate mixture and honey in a blender or food processor and spin until smooth, about 1 minute. Pour the filling into the crust and refrigerate for 2 hours, or until the filling sets firm.
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Drudgery

The past couple days have been full of deeply tedious and fruitless tasks. By that I mostly mean sitting on the phone for three hours  (this is not an exaggeration) with Verizon desperately trying to get our Internet fixed. Yes, Automatic Voice Woman, I have unplugged everything and waited and plugged it back in, and no it didn’t work. And no, I can’t go online to run a diagnostic… because the Internet doesn’t work, remember?  And no, I can’t be available from 7am to 7pm on a week-day because, um, we have jobs so we can pay for the patchy Internet that doesn’t work.

But other than the above—the definition of a First World Problem, I know – we have been doing taxes, changing my name on more official stuff, running errands, and generally doing the mundane everyday stuff that isn’t fun but kind of has to be done.

If you get around on the internet much, you have probable read a lot of inspirational stuff that encourages us to live boldly and do what scares us. Do what scares you, do what has you living boldly and wildly, if you aren’t taking risks you aren’t living.  I’m not bashing these messages because they are good and inspirational. If everyone only chose what was safe, we would miss out on so much that is good. We need people who are living with abandon and courage.

But sometimes I just want to see some artsy slogans (you know, the chalkboard type that are so cool right now) that say things like “Today, choose personal responsibility,” or “There’s no shame in investing in security,” or how about “Be prudent.” Because you know what is really scary? Living ordinary life well. Paying bills. Scrubbing the mold out of the tiles in the bathroom. Going to a job you hate because others depend on it. Taking care of yourself, your family, and investing in your future. No one applauds you for it because no one really notices it.

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I know that I say all this, but I still have it so easy. I feel so blessed to be in a position where I can do something I love, but even so, there is so much daily drudgery that comes with adult life wears me down.  I can’t even imagine how much more wearisome things will be someday when we have kids, a house, multiple schedules, aging parents, etc. After our weekend of so much frustration and boring responsibility, I read these words this morning and loved them:

Drudgery is one of the finest tests to determine the genuineness of our character. Drudgery is work that is far removed from anything we think of as ideal work. It is the utterly hard, menial, tiresome, and dirty work. And when we experience it, our spirituality is instantly tested and we will know whether or not we are spiritually genuine… The inspiration of God is required if drudgery is to shine with the light of God upon it. In some cases the way a person does a task makes that work sanctified and holy forever.” -Oswald Chambers My Utmost for His Highest

Here’s to holy drudgery, assuming responsibility, and living ordinary life well. Here’s to being genuine.

*Note on the image: A couple hours after posting this, I opened my email to see a message from my baby bro (who is ABOUT TO GRADUATE COLLEGE which is just crazy) that just had that in it. That’s why he’s awesome.

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Valentine’s Day

Valentine's daySo apparently Valentine’s Day in DC is an excuse for all the restaurant’s to rip you off by removing their normal menu and replacing it with a “prix fixe” menu. Hey DC… this is America. Just call it “fixed price” and stop shrouding your pricey endeavors in veils of French deception. And on that set menu, you find all of the awesome food you were excited about eating replaced with beef tartare and veal.  We like our meet cooked and our cows adult. Not cool.  After learning this, we changed our original fancy pants reservations to Sunday and then went for a slightly more low key Valentine’s day… which culminated in us skipping dessert at the restaurant and heading to Good Stuff because, you know, we’re a little obsessed. Yes, I realize that this is the second time in a row that our Valentine’s Day has ended at a burger joint, but I just don’t even care.

I’m so lucky to have that man there as my Valentine.

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Here’s to love.

Hey all, Valentine’s day is upon us.

We say that this is a day about love, which is something our culture is pretty obsessed with.

We find it in literature that shows relationships that are destructive, controlling, and demeaning. And we call it love.

We compete for it on TV, tearing each other down to “win” a relationship. And we call it love.

We hear songs about it, songs that focus obsessively on obsession, pain, absence, or unhealthy relationships built on pining and gratification. And we call it love.

We think love is about romance, completion, comfort, and personal satisfaction. We recreate love in our own image then turn around and call it love.

We crave love everywhere, which paradoxically means that we find it no where.

I can’t help but think that maybe all this is because we got so focused on love as a noun that we forgot about it as a verb. We want love, when what we need is to love.

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Which brings us to Valentine’s Day, a fantastic day that should be a tribute to loving, but instead has become a day about romance, loneliness, cliché cards and chocolate. All of those are so far from what love really is at its core. (Except for chocolate, because it is perfect at its core, like love.)

So this Valentine’s Day, here’s to love.

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Here’s to a day where we remember that loving should always be our highest calling, one that is carried out in the mundane workings of ordinary life, not just at a romantic candlelight dinner at a table for two. Real love, really loving, pulls out of ourselves in to a fantastic, vulnerable, exhilarating, sacrificial, joyful relationship with the world.cslewis

Let’s do this.

*The middle love quote is from 1 Corinthians 13 and the last quote is from C.S. Lewis’ The Four Loves. The graphic designs are my own.

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