Monday, July 17, 2017

A postcard from Edinburgh



Dearest Annelies,

Jars of Seville orange jam–
or, if we’re fancy,

call it “marmalade”–
translucently shimmer in
summer Scottish light.

(Have I mentioned that
I am obsessed with this light?)
I wish you were here

drinking all the tea
with me.
               from Edinburgh,
with love,
               Stephanie.

Monday, June 26, 2017

Lemon Cream Pie



Back in November, two of my best friends got married (to each other!) in Hawai'i. It was this magical week of jumping off and diving under waterfalls, of eating-way-too-much poke and way-too-little shaved ice, of flower crowns, of sunsets, of driving all over Maui, of writing ukulele love songs after sundown, and of, most importantly, love and friendship. The day after the wedding, my friends and I drove up the coast to a little pie shop right off the highway, Leoda's, and bought a huge box of pies, and in true Hawai'i fashion, took them to the beach to eat. Pie on the beach! at sunset! As I said, magical.


The experience left me with, amongst all the warm and fuzzy feelings about friendships, this immense craving for mini pies. So around about December, I found this recipe for lemon cream pie and whipped up (ha!) mini versions. It makes about three mini pies, and, because I love whipped cream, I doubled the whipped cream portion of the recipe and threw some vanilla bean in. It ended up the perfect little, hand-held ray of nostalgic sunshine cutting through an uncharacteristically dark winter.



Read on for recipe...

Monday, January 23, 2017

Women's March SF 2017



I'm breaking my blogging silence to post these here, but I know that almost any words that I write to accompany these photos will be wrought with inadequacy. There is grief. anxiety. distraught, as we witness human progress--whatever small bits of it we've managed--being swept away in the blink of an eye. Sure, the Women's March on 21 January 2017 was but one day, but at least it projected a glimmer of hope for us to mobilize behind. I'm thankful to have been able to document it from behind the lens, to seek solidarity through making these images. There is no rewind. There is only forward.


^ This woman's pin was the best.


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