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#19 of 22: update

one of my very favorite high school albums. if only *this* had been the concert.

#19 of 22: 2/5.

B. and I, along with three best friends, saw Stars at the Wiltern in Hollywood. T. and I absolutely loved their first album when we were in high school but honestly hadn’t listened to much since then. Turns out they’ve gone downhill. But! They played all our favorites from that album, which was magical. There is really something divine about sitting in a smoky theatre with your favorite people in the world, eyes closed, singing and swaying to too-loud songs that define a whole period of your life. Ah, nostalgia.

 

#20 of 22: begun

The perfect pair?

#20: 1/22

My brother and I made poached pears for dessert. Pears aren’t a terribly exotic ingredient, but I don’t think I’ve ever used them before since I dislike their mealy texture. Poaching sounds a bit scary but it turns out to be super straightforward. Here’s how to do it:

  1. Peel, core, and half five Bosc pears
  2. Pour 1 cup of orange juice, ½ cup rum, 1 cup brown sugar, and 2 cinnamon sticks into a saucepan
  3. Heat that mixture until it boils, then lower heat and stir until sugar has dissolved
  4. Add pears to the saucepan. Cover and simmer 15-30 minutes – til pears are tender, but still firm – total time will just depend on the size of the pears
  5. Remove pears from pan, cover and refrigerate to harden
  6. While pears refrigerate, add ½ cup each of chopped walnuts and pecans to the saucepan
  7. Heat and stir for 5-10 minutes so that sauce thickens and nuts are covered
  8. Allow sauce to cool and thicken for 5-10 minutes.
  9. Serve pear in a bowl of vanilla ice cream with sauce and nuts spooned on top

And you can just tell yourself it’s healthy because of the fruit and nuts. Duh.

 

#9 of 22: happy new year

ooh, shiny.

#9 of 22: Completed 12.31.10-1.1.11

The ninth item on my 22×22 list is to celebrate New Year’s Eve. I find that I always like the idea of New Year’s parties – sparkly clothes, bubbly drinks – but when the night itself comes around, we never have much going on. So, B. and I hosted our own party this year. We required that guests wear something that sparkles (though he did not, instead claiming his sparkle came in his eyes), we cooked lots of fancy appetizers and desserts, we popped bottle after bottle of champagne, we reminisced and looked ahead, we danced and played and talked and laughed beneath tacky 2011 decorations hanging from the ceiling, and we rung in the new year in the parking lot with toasts and poppers and party horns as music blasted through our apartment’s open window.

I’m not one for resolutions (surprised?), but it felt like an apt way to start a new year: doing what we want instead of wishing it would happen, creating the life we hope for instead of settling for normalcy. Happy 2011.

#19 of 22: begun

Not his best album cover, in my opinion.

#19 of 22: 1/5

T. and I saw Jack Johnson and G. Love at the Hollywood Bowl with my little sister and her best friend. It was really excellent. Their music is so simple and laid-back, I was expecting a fairly calm and boring concert. Not so! The light show was impressive, many guest musicians performed, and we ate and drank and swayed and sang for hours.  My memories of the evening involve a tummy full of Trader Joe’s snacks and almond wine, bright colors flashing across the stage, and the goosebump-raising sounds of a very large Hawaiian woman with the most incredible voice I’ve ever heard.  Plus, G. Love sang “Cold Beverages,” which is a silly song that you should go listen to if you’ve never heard it. It will stick in your head for days and come to define beachy summer afternoons.

 

#10 of 22: i’m a big kid now

 

Why not use a woman in this illustration? Whatever. Soon I will be able to beat this guy up.

#10 of 22: completed 12.17.10

I have done a pull-up. My chin had been getting dangerously close to the bar for days without quite surpassing it. The first time I made it over, I held myself up while shouting, “My chin! My chin! B., come look, my chin is over the bar! Right? Is it? It is, right?!” B. walked over from across the gym, grinning at me, assuring me that my chin was indeed above the bar.

Then I did two more. Then, a few days later, I did 18 within 20 minutes as part of a Crossfit workout.

Badass.


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