July 6, 2020

My Dad made me jewelry – cast resin “Tanzanite” set

July 5, 2020

Pickup G-Wagon

Orange Salmon

This recipe is unabashedly stolen from a (mostly) Internet friend, who daily sets his sights on making the rest of us in our little corner of the (virtual) world drool.

Gluten-free, pescatarian

Orange Salmon

2 salmon fillets

1-2 cups cooked rice

1 cup snow peas

1 orange

1 thumb + 1 thumb ginger

1 Tbsp. + 2 Tbsp. sesame oil

1/4 cup soy sauce

2 Tbsp. rice vinegar (the original recipe called for mirin, but I can’t get that where i live)

1 Tbsp. honey

2 cloves garlic

1 green onion

Sesame seeds

Mix together the soy sauce, 2 Tbsp. sesame oil, rice vinegar and honey. Grate and stir in the garlic and 1 thumb ginger.

Brush the mixture over your salmon and place skin side up on a prepared baking sheet.

Broil 3 – 5 minutes, flip, baste, and broil another minute or two – until your desired done ness is reached.

While the salmon is working, bring the other Tablespoon of sesame oil up to medium-high in a large pan. Add the snow peas in and toss. Grate the second thumb of ginger in and toss. Zest the orange and toss in.

Sauté until browned in spots. Remove.

Supreme the orange and slice each segment into thirds.

To serve, toss the rice with the segmented orange. Thinly slice the green onion and toss in.

Arrange the rice mix in a bowl, top with a bed of snow peas, and a salmon filet. Sprinkle sesame seeds over the whole lot.

Serves 2 for dinner

July 4, 2020

Some days, a girl just needs to sit in the heat for a bit to thaw

July 3, 2020

Oh to sleep this peacefully

July 2, 2020

Living his best made bed + a spritz if perfume to make him feel pretty life

July 1, 2020

June 30, 2020

Phase 2 begins tomorrow

June 29, 2020

The picture taking needs work, but my man’s yoga game is on point. Up dog/ down dog/warrior 1/warrior 3 transition, and he was still clinging on.

June 28, 2020

She’s got couches, pillows and dog beds galore – plus the two of us. Where does she choose to snooze? The littlest scrap of quilt available, on (one of her) nemesis: the cold, hard floor. Okay there, Freya – whatever makes you happy.