So it’s no secret that Greg and I are getting married in May. We both wanted a big wedding the included all our loved ones, but we also didn’t want to ask our parents for help or go into debt. […]Continue reading «Weddings and Wooden Puzzles»
So I decided to post this here, just to show that I still use the website, and still sift through our old random posts from time to time.
So one thing you may not know about me is that I love the Ghibli aesthetic. I love Japanese forests and the countryside and the atmosphere that it creates. I love the innocence and simplicity that they represent and the absolute gorgeousness of nature. I really like the idea that, like most things in Japanese culture, the beauty in a object comes in its own simplicity. I think となりのトトロ (My Neighbor Totoro) is the quintessential visual representation of this aesthetic.
So like most ideas, this shit came to me from thin air. As I was looking at my “Totoro Station” on my bookshelf, I thought that I needed to level up. I wanted more. Right then and there I said to myself. “I’m going to make myself a mini forest”.
So I bought each of the things on different days from different places and just waited until I had everything to assemble it.
1) Elevated Wooden Stand: $30 Cost Plus
2) Glass Bell Jar: $12 TJ Maxx
3) Mixed Moss $8 Michaels
4) Mini Trees $3 China (Ebay)
5) Mini Fence $5 Etsy
I had the styrofoam,Totoro figure, mini flowers, mini bottles,and glue gun already at home. I glued layers of different sizes of styrofoam together to create a multilevel-ed landscape. Then I carved it to fit inside my glass cloche and started to glue the moss and other parts to it. It probably took around 2ish hours to make. Greg also said he bought me some miniature mushrooms to add to it, so it’s like 99% done.
Here is the final product. I’m pretty happy with it.
I’ve wanted to go to Paris for as long as I can remember, and finally being able to go was a dream come true. Now me being a super fatty, one of my main objectives was to go and visit some of the main pastry and dessert shops in the city. Recently in the States, I’ve become obsessed with making/eating/trying macarons. I think they are the worlds cutest and classiest dessert, and are a true testament to a person’s baking expertise. I even tried baking them myself, but I failed miserably. =/
Well, while I was in Paris, I was lucky enough to visit:
1. Pierre Hermé
So apparently Pierre Herme is the macaron shop in Paris these days. It’s the more posh store and the most hip. Even one of Greg’s family friends, who happens to be a pastry chef, swears Herme is the God of baking.
At every shop I visited, I picked out 8 macarons and had them for dessert with Greg and his Uncle and Aunt later that night. It became a fun night time ritual where Greg would cut the macaron into four equal pieces and we would all guess what flavor we were eating.
Herme’s macarons were larger than the other two shops, and had more unique flavors. Some flavors that surprised us were tangerine ginger and white jasmine tea. Sometimes the tops of the cookies themselves were decorated with unorthodox confections, such as sugar pearls, nuts, or metallic powders. What I didn’t like, however was that I felt that the cookie to filling ratio wasn’t quite right, and that they could have went a little easier on the cream.
Laduree was my favorite. Not because it was hyped up tourist trap. Ahem. Not because it was the cutest inside (which it totally was). And CERTAINLY not because it featured a little baking Laudree Hello Kitty. LOL.
Seriously though, it had the whole package. The stores were the most adorable, quintessential images of Paris that I have ever seen.
Greg’s Uncle (who knows his shit) was kind enough to take me to the original store that opened up in Paris in 1862. I was SO excited.
Laduree’s cookies were smaller than Herme’s, but I thought that the cookie to filling ratio was much more appropriate. The flavors were also much more pure and traditional, and they also had fruitier choices. I also thought that they tasted much lighter and had a much more subtle flavor.
Some macarons had a marshmallow filling that I wasn’t a big fan of though.
3. Gérard Mulot
Mulot is another renowned pastry chef in France. Sadly though, his macarons came in last place for me .
Maybe the we were served old cookies or something, but they came out pretty harder than the others. Whenever Greg would try and cut into one, they would crumble instantaneously, and it would be extremely difficult to divide them evenly. The cookies themselves seemed much smoother than the others and had a much more polished exterior. This might have contributed to their hardness.
They were about the same size as the Laduree macarons, but the delicateness of the flavor was just not there. They were good cookies, but they were just not up to par with the other two greats.
Conclusion: While Herme wins in the uniqueness and creativity categories, there is no question why Laduree remains the macaron champion of Paris. For over a hundred years this delectable dessert has and will continue to kick all other desserts in the ass. They know to keep their flavors light, pure, simple, and package it all up in the most beautiful way possible that it almost becomes something precious. I freaking love it and can’t wait to have some when I go to New York later this year.
Je t’aime Laduree!
OMG I am NOT a writer. Forgive me for I have sinned against authors!
The hunger in her stomach burned like an endless fire. Lilee walked along the glen, desperately eyeing every possible type of foliage in hopes of something edible. In all her years as Mr. Micha”s pupil, she really was starting to regret not learning proper hunting techniques.
“You never know when the difference of knowing how to prepare food vs how to obtain food may save your life,” Mr. Micha says as he holds up a bow and arrow.
Lilee puts down her wooden spoon from the pot she is mixing and pouts her lip. “What do I need a bow and arrow for when I can just pierce anything that comes my way with my sword?” Like a flash of light, she glides to the opposite side of the room, grabs her sword and leaps on the tabletop. “Let the animals come to me! Ha!” She grasps the hilt and thrusts her weapon into the air. “I”ll eat them all! Rawr Rawr!”
Now, in this intolerable state of misery, she continues to stagger through the dirt, with each step becoming heavier than the next.
The only thing she feels next is the dirt of the crumbling earth beneath her. Her eyelids move and shut on their own. All goes black.
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Denisey, I was looking through some of my old arts and I found an old picture I did of Belldandy in like 2006 lol. Since you were so eager to proclaim your love for her when you drunkenly visited, I thought I”d put this up for you.
Everything but the peach background is colored and drawn by hand. I NEVER show my art to anyone. I”m super embarrassed about it, so you can see this as a bday gift lol.