Ratatouille for Lazy Busy People

In Which I Make a Favorite Early Fall Dish Using A Slow Cooker My mother gave me a slow cooker last year, and it’s slowly but surely found its way into my culinary repertoire. You just chop up a bunch of stuff, throw it in, leave it alone for a few hours and boom! Food! I find meals made in a slow cooker in the fall and winter feel really cozy and comforting, so this season I made a resolution to discover more slow-cooked meals to add to my “rotation.” This ratatouille recipe is what I think of as a

Baked Kale Chips Are My Jam

After basically a month and a half of weird yet challenging physical ailments — and all the sometimes mind-altering medications that come with it — I’ve been trying to eat pretty cleanly in the past few days in an effort to clear all that stuff out of my system. Not quite a detox, though I’m trying to hit the steam room and sauna at the gym more often, as well as be super-good about getting green smoothies in the morning. (I have always loved my green smoothies, so it’s no hardship, really.) I don’t really like fasting much — I

The Agony and Ecstasy of the Summer Music Festival

Gen X vs. Y confusion aside, I consider myself part of the Lollapalooza Generation, I suppose — I went to the original fest ages upon ages ago as a wee one, back when it toured arenas and outdoor amphitheaters. Isn’t that nuts, especially now that the big music festivals function more like pilgrimages now that you have to travel to and often camp at? So it’s always with a modicum of amusement that I go to Pitchfork Music Festival. I have been to Pitchfork pretty often because I grew up not incredibly far from Chicago, but it’s always a touch-and-go

My Life in Pictures: January 2013

I have a Flickr account and an Instagram one as well, but sometimes it’s nice to pull together stuff in one central place. For one thing, it’s like making a small treasure trove for myself. I hope in future years, I’ll tool around in my own blog and enjoy seeing these bits and pieces of the past. And even now, it helps me remember the small details and textures I want to soak in: little adventures, more epic ones, lyrical details that don’t seem so until much later. My little experiments in homemaking and adventures in DIY fashion styling seem