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guess what? I made pizza!

27 Dec

It really would have been best to do a photo-heavy, step-by-step on this particular post, since everyone loves pizza and wants to know how to make it and also because it’s so satisfying to see an actual pizza be born from a lump of odd-colored dough. But none of this occurred to me until after I put the pizza in the oven, so oh well.

Anyway, it turns out making a pizza is not actually rocket science (or brain surgery, or rocket surgery as I call it when I’m more confused than usual). It’s pretty easy, just time-consuming and you have to be patient through all the various steps and dough-resting periods and such. I think most people actually assume that making pizza will be easy, but I for some reason always thought it would be some Herculean task. Last week I had homemade pizza over at my friend, Kate’s, and because I arrived a little early, I got to see it being made and thence came to the conclusion that it didn’t look that hard. So this week when I went to the store I bought all the makings for the same sausage, pear, and caramelized onion white pizza she made.

I used the same dough recipe Kate used, from The Joy of Cooking. The only thing this recipe does not include is a cooking time – although I suppose it might depend on what you top the pizza with. I ended up keeping my pizzas in the oven for a little under 20 minutes, but I was checking them pretty constantly. Even though I switched racks half-way through one of the pizzas still managed to get a little too crisp, but both pizzas tasted delicious.

Trevor came home and sniffed the air then said, “is something burning?” This is the disadvantage of using old baking sheets with unremovable crud caked on – now matter what you are making, which would otherwise smell mouthwatering, everything just smells like burning. And now my apartment smells like burning, too.

The good news is, the actual pizza does not taste like burning. Trevor didn’t like the pear, which I love, but otherwise it was a hit. I think next time I might leave the sausage ever so slightly undercooked, as it got just a little overcooked in the oven, and I would get different toppings to put on the second pizza for variety.

christmas “morning”

25 Dec

All of Christmas Day is “Christmas Morning” to me. Last night when leaving my brother’s house I told everyone, “see you Christmas morning!” and Noah said, “oh, are you coming in the morning, too, or just for dinner?” and I had to explain that no, I would only be coming over for dinner, but the morning is the part you’re excited about as a kid, so I just refer to the whole day as “Christmas Morning” without really thinking about it.

This is especially funny because, now that I’m over the age of 12, I no longer feel the need to wake the house up at 5 am to open gifts. In fact, I rather like to sleep, as most of you know, so Christmas is great since I don’t work and can actually sleep in for once. We slept until about 12:30 today, but it’s almost 4 and we still haven’t showered or anything. To me, Christmas morning means not showering until Christmas afternoon at least. There’s breakfast to be had, stockings to be emptied, gifts to be opened – there are just so many other priorities above showering.

Today I got up, got laundry started, brushed my teeth and washed my face, turned on my Christmas 2010 playlist and set to making breakfast. My feel for timing multiple dishes is getting so much better now – everything was pretty much ready at the same time today. I made scrambled eggs, pan-fried potatoes, cinnamon rolls (Pillsbury, don’t get excited), and bacon. It was so nice to cook again, I feel like my work and school schedule rarely allows for it anymore. I have the makings for both homemade pizza and enchiladas and during this week off of school I am going to be cooking a lot.

After “breakfast” we opened gifts. I love our tree. I sat on the floor near it, because apparently I’m still five. Trevor sat on the couch like an adult.

Sarah and Rick got him this awesome Star Wars figurine, so he texted them to say thanks (Thanks again, guys!):

I almost peed myself from excitement when I opened my first gift – the locket horcrux replica from Harry Potter. It is badassed.

See? It even has the R.A.B. note inside. Trevor made sure I had a very Harry Potter Christmas:

I love the gift-wrap detritus that builds up on Christmas Day:

I got Trevor some Battlestar Galactica and Firefly/Serenity posters for his office:

…some comics and books:

…and the BSG board game. I made him hold it up for a picture.

And then I made him take pictures with me, too.

I love Christmas! The rest of today’s plans include listening to more Christmas music, showering, going over to Noah and Annette’s for dinner and gift exchange with them, and watching more Christmas movies. Last night I watched Christmas in Connecticut (with Barbara Stanwyck) for the first time, it was pretty awesome. Then I watched The Family Stone, which is becoming a holiday tradition – Trevor even watched with me this time. I still have Elf and The Muppet Christmas Carol and White Christmas to choose from later tonight.

I hope everyone is having a very Merry Christmas!

all the shit in my apt.

22 Dec

I just want to rent a big dumpster and park it outside and dump 90% of the shit taking up space in my apartment into it. Sometimes it gets so overwhelming. How much could I possibly actually care about all this shit if I just have it lying about all the time and have to go on long, arduous hunting expeditions to find anything? And what happens is I sit down to go through everything and decide I have to keep it all, when actually I probably don’t. But my home just goes on looking like this. One of these days when I have time (and when will that be?) I will go through it all and I am going to be RUTHLESS. Watch out.

I will keep this one thing for sure though:

thanksgiving

1 Dec

First of all, I hope you all had a great Thanksgiving. I did. I really think Thanksgiving is very sneakily starting to surpass Christmas as my favorite holiday, but I feel kind of blasphemous even typing that.

Trevor and I went to my brother’s house this year. It was just a small group of us: my mom, my brother and his girlfriend, me and Trevor. And the doggies, Zoe and Corduroy, of course. My mom taught me and Annette how to make her gravy – but I wasn’t paying very close attention. This happens every year. She attempts to teach me every year, and every year I’m too excitable to actually stand still and watch the whole process. But Annette actually paid attention, so I bet she knows how to make it now.

It’s the best gravy in the world. That’s little bits of chopped up turkey liver off to the left there.

All these years I just took those little savory bits in the gravy for unidentified meat pieces, and it never bothered me, I never questioned it. And this year I learned those little bits are turkey liver.

You know what? It’s still the world’s best gravy. If anything that turkey liver makes this gravy. I’d give you the recipe, but, like I said I wasn’t really paying attention.

What else happened?

My brother photo-bombed my mom, producing my favorite photo of the evening:

Trevor hung out with the dogs, which is what he usually does since all animals take to him like he’s Francis of Assisi or something. Here he is with Zoe:

I made him take a picture with me against his will (it’s usually against his will):

Then I took pictures of all the yummy food. We had sweet potatoes, two kinds of mashed potato, turkey (duh), gravy, cranberry sauce, stuffing, crescent rolls, and a green bean casserole. And dessert:

The boys played Call of Duty: Black Ops on Noah’s giant projector. The huge screen disoriented Trevor and he didn’t kill nearly as many Nazi zombies as is standard for him, but Noah’s used to it because he plays like that all the time:

While the boys did that, we women hung out in the kitchen and cooked and made fun of the boys, which was way more fun:

Then Noah had to go carve the turkey

He didn’t want me to take pictures while he had the apron on, but I did it anyway:

The food was amazing, the company was amazing. I ate too much and had to have a little lie down after dinner. And then we took home leftovers, which I spent the next three days eating as well.

Here’s the recipe for the mashed potatoes I make every year – they are amazing. I got the recipe from my cousin, Lisa, like 10 years ago, and myself or my mom have made them almost every year since.

Cheesy Secret Ingredient Mashed Potatoes

Ingredients

Potatoes (1 per person, approx. – use more if they are smaller potatoes)

Salt/pepper

Garlic cloves

Cheddar cheese (enough for in the potatoes and on top)

Hidden Valley Ranch packet (this is the main secret ingredient)

Heavy cream (this is the other secret ingredient)

Butter

1.) Peel each potato and cut into fourths or eighths, depending on size. Try to keep the chunks fairly uniform in size so they cook evenly. (A hint for potato novices – never, ever put potato peels down the sink disposal, just throw them out).

2.) As you cut the potatoes, put the chunks in a pot of cold, salted water to keep them from turning brown. Then add to the pot 3-5 cloves garlic, peeled and slightly smashed. Bring to a boil, then cook 15-20 minutes or until a fork or knife easily pierces the chunks.

3.) Drain the potatoes and garlic in a colander then return them to the pot. Mash your potatoes however you prefer (I prefer using a potato ricer, which makes them really smooth). Add the following by taste: butter, salt/pepper, heavy cream, Hidden Valley Ranch mix, and grated cheddar (I always just throw a whole stick of butter in there, and the whole ranch packet, and then I add heavy cream until I get it to the consistency I like).

4.) Transfer the potatoes to a buttered baking dish. Top with more cheese and put in an oven heated to 350 degrees. They’re done when potatoes are heated through and the cheese on top has a little color and/or is melted to your liking.


culinary alchemy: italian sausage soup

22 Nov

The alchemy of cooking never ceases to amaze me. If you were me, you were standing over the soup pot the other night gravely concerned about how wine-y it was smelling as it simmered – UNTIL you added the zucchini and green pepper (and just a little chicken broth, it’s true, I was that concerned), and pasta shells, and parmesan – and then you hesitantly took your first taste when it was all done and BLAMMO! Amazing culinary alchemy! Yummy soup from what you had thought might turn out to be wine-y mess! Another lesson in trusting the recipe. Although sometimes the lesson is actually “you should have followed your gut and NOT trusted that recipe”, luckily this time the recipe proved out.

I got this recipe, for Italian Sausage soup, from another blog I frequently read (and link to), Posie Gets Cozy. Alicia got the recipe from “Noteworthy: A Collection of Recipes from the Ravinia Festival”. And now I am duplicating it below:

Ingredients:

1 1/2 lbs Italian Sausage (mild or hot), cut in 1/2 inch slices

2 large onions, chopped

2 cloves garlic, minced

28 oz. canned Italian-style tomatoes with liquid

42 oz. beef broth

1 1/2 cups dry red wine (I used Burgundy)

1/2 tsp. dried basil leaves

2 medium zucchini, cut in 1/4 inch slices

1 medium green pepper, seeded and chopped

3 tbl chopped fresh parsley

2 cups medium shell noodles

lots of grated Parmesan

I prepped the veggies, herbs, and meat first, so that I could just have everything ready when I needed it:

1. In large pot (I used a dutch oven), saute sausage until lightly browned. Drain and discard fat:

2. Add onions and garlic. Saute until onions are limp:

3. Stir in tomatoes, breaking them up.

4. Add broth, wine, and basil, then simmer for 30 minutes. I wasn’t paying attention and put some of the parsley in, too, but I caught myself before dumping it all in there. (About half-way through this step is also the point when I decided it was too wine-y for my tastes, and added some chicken broth):

5. Add the zucchini, green pepper, and (now) the parsley, and simmer for 15 minutes more. At about this time I would also start getting your shell noodles going. You can either do them separately in either water or chicken broth, or you can just throw them in with the soup during the last 12 minutes or so – I prefer to do them separately:

6. Finally, spoon into bowls and top with lots of Parmesan cheese (this is the best part, really):

It was delicious, and I’ve been mawing it down for 3 days straight now. By the third day everything was a little too mushy so I ended up straining out the broth, making a new batch of noodles and just eating it as a very simple pasta soup (again topped with lots of Parmesan, of course).

In retrospect the only things I might do differently are use half-wine/half-chicken-broth from the get-go next time (instead of the full 1 1/2 cups wine) and then keep the noodles separate and spoon them into each individual bowl, instead of dumping them all into the soup pot – that way the soup can maintain its integrity a little longer since the noodles are the first thing to get mushiest.

emimakes you dance

12 Oct

Click below to listen to my playlist!

emimakes you dance

One of my favorite things to do ever is make music mixes. I think my dream job would be to be a music supervisor for films – finding the right songs to fit the right scenes. I do this thing when I’m out in public where, if I’m somewhere that pipes in music, and a song I really like starts playing, I immediately and involuntarily begin walking or moving to the rhythm or beat of the song.

My favorite songs in general are those that just make you want to move, and also those that seem to forcibly alter your brain chemistry, making you smile the second the sound hits your ears – the very best songs are those that do both. That’s what the above mix was all about, a mix of songs that make you want to move and songs that make you happy just hearing them, and a few songs that do both at the same time. Unfortunately, it was supposed to be embedded into the blog, which was my whole joy with finding this 8track in the first place, but I can’t get that to work right now. Anyway, you can still click on the link and enjoy!

This mixtape-making love has evolved over my lifetime, first on actual tapes, then expanding to include cd mixes, then ipod playlists, youtube playlists, and now online, streamable playlists. I’ve been trying to find an embeddable music player and, along with it, a way to access songs I don’t actually have in order to make playlists for myself and others. I don’t necessarily need to own these songs or be able to make actual cd copies of my mixes, I just want to be able to hear them with an internet connection, AND I want to be able to share them with others.

In this case, I’ve found 8track, where I can make you guys all kinds of great playlists, and you can hear the full songs, but, unfortunately, I can only hear 30 second snippets when I listen to them. The nice thing is I can listen to other 8track users playlists, too, which so far has been fun. But I would like to find some kind of music service where I can listen to full songs and create playlists that others can also listen to, too – I don’t know if all that exists in one service, program, or application though.

I think my embedding problem is because maybe WordPress doesn’t support Flash? That would seem bizarre, but it’s all I can think of. Every time I enter the embed code and update it just puts up a shorter code that doesn’t match what I initially typed in and doesn’t work. Whether it’s WordPress or just my own idiocy when it comes to any kind of code, I’d also like to be able to find a solution on that front, too. I might just have to find another music player that has embed code that is actually supported by WordPress.

Ever since my own laptop crapped out, I’ve been using Trevor’s, and I’ve lost access to all my own music. So lately, finding music online has been even more important to me than it ever was before. I like Pandora, less so since they added commercials. Youtube can be okay, but they also often have commercials, and playlists don’t run seamlessly enough, partly because of the commercials.

There’s a music blog called IndieShuffle that I enjoy exploring, and Shuffler.fm is fun, too. Shuffler works by letting you pick a genre and then doing all the music-blog legwork for you as it shuffles through various tracks posted all over the interwebs. Both IndieShuffle and Shuffler are great for discovering new music, but what I am missing right now is the ability to just find the song I want when I want it. I think I might have to breakdown and actually pay for some kind of service now, if I want the kind of accessibility I’ve been looking for – I’ve been looking into Rhapsody. Do any of you have any insight or other suggestions?

the perfect fried egg

27 Sep

I’m on a quest – to find, or, rather, make, the perfect fried egg. Fried eggs have always been a shortcoming of mine. I mean, they come out okay, they’re edible – but they’re never pretty and there’s always something just slightly “off”. They’re certainly never as good as when my mom makes them, or when I have them at breakfast joints.

Today I tried Jamie Oliver’s method. He basically “boils them in oil”, as my mom put it. Which sounds pretty disgusting, but he promises in his recipe (which can be found in Jamie’s Food Revolution) that once you blot the eggs with a paper towel after cooking they’re just fine.

I used fewer eggs (2, as opposed to 4) and FAR less oil than Jamie says to use ( he says to use a 1/2 inch! So unnecessary!). Plus I used vegetable oil instead of olive oil because I didn’t have the extra-light olive oil on hand and I didn’t want my eggs to be too olive-y. BONUS FACT: I just learned two days ago that extra virgin and extra light mean two different things!

I went with the vegetable oil because I wanted the eggs to be as un-oily tasting as possible, but it turned out that wasn’t quite neutral enough (or the oil taste is inescapable regardless, I’m not sure) because the eggs still had a distinct “hi, I’ve been fried in oil” taste to them, even post-blotting.

But the eggs did look a little better than usual:

Here’s Jamie’s recipe:

“Get your frying pan to a medium to low heat and add 1/2 inch of olive oil. Crack 4 large free-range or organic eggs into the pan. As the oil gets hotter you’ll see it start to change the color of the eggs. When they turn white, spoon some of the hot oil over the eggs as this will help to cook them through evenly. If the oil starts to spit it’s because it’s too hot, so turn the heat right down. You want this to be a gentle method of cooking – if the oil gets too hot too fast, you’ll end up with crispy, bubbly eggs, but you want them to be soft and silky. When they’re ready, remove the pan from heat and take the eggs out using a slotted spoon. Place them on a plate and dab them with some paper towels to soak up any excess oil.”

And here are some other egg-frying tips I’ve picked up along my quest so far:

– do (or don’t) use room temperature eggs – I don’t think it really matters, but I’ve found a couple recipes that have suggested it. Usually room temperature eggs are called for in baking recipes because you need to create a water-in-fat emulsion and introducing cold eggs hinders that process, but I have no idea why it’s supposedly better to use room temperature eggs for egg-frying, too. The only thing I can think of is that room temperature eggs must cook faster, so that’s nice I guess.

Anyway, just take however many eggs you want to cook out of the fridge about 2-3 hours before you want to use them, and set them aside somewhere safe until you need them. Another cheat-y thing you can do is put your eggs in a warm-water bath for 20 minutes or so to speed up the process (not too warm or anywhere near boiling though, because obviously that will start to cook the eggs). Or, you know, just use them straight out of the fridge, like I do almost every time.

-if you want to make cheat-y over-easy eggs, my mom says to just place the lid over the pan as the eggs are finishing cooking. The steam and heat now trapped inside the pan sort-of cooks the tops of the eggs, and you pull out something resembling, but not quite, over-easy eggs.

-use medium to low heat when frying eggs: Jamie suggests this in his recipe above, and Mark Bittman says it helps them stay tender and become evenly firm.

Do any of you have any fancy egg-frying tips or tricks up your sleeves? You’re welcome to share in the comments if you do.

jessica’s bachelorette

19 Sep

For awhile now my posts have for the most part been totally deviating from the whole “stuff I made” unifying theme of the blog. This is mostly just because I’ve been doing more fun stuff which is more fun to write about – this weekend’s bachelorette party for my friend, Jessica, being one awesome instance of such.

Some of her amazing bridesmaids and friends made all the plans for the weekend, and I have to say it was nice to just be able to go to something without having anything at all to do with the planning (plus they did a really good job).

Emilie found this great little rental house up near Mt. Hood (about a mile west of Zigzag) – when I got there I pretty much immediately had to snap a picture it was so damn cute.

One of the girls said it made her feel like Snow White or something – like you were going to sing a song with all the resident fauna. I couldn’t agree more.

I was one of the first ones to arrive so I helped decorate – mostly I just blew up balloons, though.

Once the behemoth car full of the rest of the ladies arrived and everyone had kind of had a look around, we took a somewhat harrowing drive up to The Skyway, which turned out to be a super cute, super delicious little restaurant.

When we got back to the house we kind of just lazed around for a bit before waking from our food comas, and starting to mix up some DRANKS. A couple of people got Jessica gifts, which were both amusing and, hopefully, instructive and useful. We had a discussion about how cock rings work and drank out of penis straws. You know, typical bachelorette party stuff.

I took a bizarrely artful picture of a drink with a penis straw:

We moved to the living room for a bit, and Mary attempted to light a fire but to no avail.

After many more drinks and some wonderful hot tub time, people started dropping off one by one. I got drunker than I’ve been in a really long time (maybe since the first time I ever met Trevor’s mom, which, unfortunately, was pretty damn drunk), and ended my evening by spilling my guts to Sarah, and also doing a lot of that “we should ALL be friends, guys, no, like, really! you girls rock!” type thing that I tend to do on the rare occasions when I am drunk. Which is not to say I didn’t mean it, but just to say that, you know, I may have been a tad bit effusive at the time.

I climbed into the sleeping loft I shared with Sarah – and, btw, I’m pretty amazed neither of us fell off the latter and suffered grevious personal harm – attempted to read my Harry Potter book before deciding I was too drunk, and then passed out.

This morning pretty much everyone was in the same general condition – i.e. hungover and varying degrees of miserable-feeling. I immediately took a shower, and by the time I was out, almost everyone was up and gathered in the dining room once more. I spent the next 3 hours preparing myself to make the drive to work, but I was helped along by pancakes, fruit salad, lots of water, some mad-libs hijinks, and several hi-larious ladies. I laughed pretty much the whole time I was there.

On my drive back into Portland, I stopped at a Starbucks and got a coffee, too. The girls continued on for another night, which I had to miss because of work, but I’m so glad I got to go at all. I love all of Jessica’s friends and am now Facebook-stalking them like mad, which, you know, is how I roll.

The wedding is in two weeks, and I’m so freaking excited! Jessica told me there’s going to be dancing, and as I’m pretty sure this is one of maybe 5 opportunities in my life that I might get to dance with Trevor, we’re totally going to be dancing pretty much all night! I don’t really care what he might have to say about that, it’s just going to happen.

Congratulations, Jessica – not only for your upcoming nuptials, but also for your kick-ass bachelorette weekend!

fall = crafts

11 Sep

Fall and into Winter is my favorite time of year, guys. Approximately September through the end of December – the start of school through the end of the year – that’s where it’s at. Between work and school, I don’t actually have a whole lot of just straight-up leisure time lately, but I managed to cook a real (not out of a box) dinner tonight for the first time in who-knows-how-long, so things are looking up.

This time of year is also my craftiest time of year, but probably that’s true for most people, especially here in the Pacific Northwest. It gets gray and rainy and kind of gloomy – and of course you’re gonna stay inside, and of course you’re going to knit or bake or put your photo album together. Speaking of which…

It’s only been over a year since I got married, but I’ve finally started putting together our wedding photo album. This is especially funny because it was probably last September or October that I got really excited about all our photos, ordered a bunch through Snapfish, and then Trevor bought me a fancy album and a bunch of cool scrapbook paper and little embellishments at Michael’s. I think I did, like, one page right away – and then I just let it sit and molder until, oh, last week.

Last week I did another three pages, so maybe it’s kind of an almost exponential thing – maybe now I’ll put it down again and then next time I go back to it (what, two years from now?) I’ll do NINE PAGES! Or something.

Here’s the photo I’m currently using for the cover – although that could change, it’s kind of a ho-hum shot:

I’m really lazy about borders – I think they should be there, but I can’t cut in a straight line and I don’t care enough to get out a ruler or Exact-o or matboard or really anything that might in some way help me to do that better.

But look at the pretty flowers! Whenever you feel like something is looking sloppy, it’s time to add expensive Martha Stewart stickers.

I ❤ embellishments!

Here’s the next two pages:

And here’s the last one I’ve done so far:

I might have to go back for some of that orange patterned paper, I really dig it. I’m also totally out of my flower embellishments, but I have plenty of pearl stickers left! Only a gajillion more pages to go!

phoenix trip ’10

30 Aug

I flew back home from Phoenix this morning. As is my custom, I of course arrived at the airport ridiculously early and, hence, was checked-in and through security about 10 minutes into the 2 hours I had allowed for it. But oh well, that’s what they make the Entertainment Weekly Fall Preview issue for.

I arrived in Phoenix on Friday afternoon. This whole month I had been talking about how poorly timed my trip to Arizona was – August was going to be miserably hot there! But it turned out Friday was the only truly hot, sunny, clear day while I was there, and it wasn’t even that bad – I think it was 98 degrees. The whole weekend people kept thanking me for bringing the Portland weather with me – I wouldn’t go quite that far, but it did storm and rain a bit and the rest of the weekend it was just overcast. I went to Arizona in the summertime and still didn’t get to use my brand-new swimsuit. I also did not get the tan that everyone told me I had to get while I was there. But it was still a great visit, and I, for one, am just happy it wasn’t, like, 112 degrees the whole time.

I had forgotten the way the clouds leave shadows on the mountains. And the way it smells after a good rain in the desert.

On Saturday, Alyssa took me to visit her classroom so we could print something off real quick. But we ended up staying for awhile because Alyssa’s as bad as I am about making sure everything is in its place – she had subs in when she took the day off on Friday and they left things predictably out-of-order. Being in her classroom was like stepping back in a time machine. Teachers still use all those bright-colored cut-out letters and months-of-the-year signs that they used when I was in elementary school, and the chairs were so tiny! It was also kind of cool to see how Alyssa had put her own touch on things.

After the classroom visit, we went to Culver’s for lunch, which was a total trip to me. I’ve moved around a fair amount, and everywhere I’ve lived there are must-do’s whenever I go back to visit. For me, a foodie, most of these must-do’s are restaurants, some of which are just fast-food chains we don’t have where I currently live. Culver’s has always been a must-do whenever I visit my dad in Milwaukee, Wisconsin. But Alyssa casually mentioned they had Culver’s custard in Phoenix now and then I pretty much had to go.

Cheese curds, a butter burger with cheese, a Culver’s root beer, and then some delicious custard – yum!

We rounded out our Saturday afternoon by going to see The Switch. I joked with Alyssa that I am one of the most boring vacationers on the planet – as all I do is eat and watch movies and generally just do things I would be doing anyway were I at home.

Saturday night we had occasion to go downtown  because Jessica, a friend of Alyssa’s, was having an 80s-themed birthday pub crawl. We got dressed up and had a lot of fun (even if I did puss out when it came time to pay cover charges at dance clubs – yuck, meet-markets).

Phoenix has changed a lot in some ways. Politically, of course, it’s as backwards as ever. And everything still pretty much closes by 10pm – save the bars and Denny’s and the trusty 5 & Diner. But the downtown area, which was practically a ghost town when I lived there, has been revitalized – the Hotel San Carlos got a $1 million restoration shortly after I left, and Arizona State University (predominately located in Tempe) moved some departments, including medical and journalism studies, into downtown, building student housing there as well. ASU’s presence downtown, as well as the addition of a light rail system in 2008, has really made all the difference. A lot of bars and clubs have popped up downtown and it’s actually become somewhere you might still want to be after 6pm now. Seeing the light rail operating and just seeing so many people downtown was kind of surreal for me.

Yea, that was Goldschlager. Luckily, I was only the photographer on this one, no shots taken. Alyssa’s friends were really nice and welcoming, which was great.

We were up really late Saturday night, so accordingly we stayed in bed really late on Sunday. We got up and kind of puttered around in our pajamas for most of the afternoon before finally getting ready to go out around 6. We met up with Hillary and her daughter, Emma, at El Comedor Guadalajara, another local favorite of mine, for dinner around 7. Alyssa and I both went to high school with Hillary, went to her baby shower when she was pregnant with Emma, and saw baby Emma once or twice after that, too. Emma has grown into an absolutely charming 2nd-grader now, who talks practically non-stop, and asked me whether I was Team Jacob or Team Edward. And Hill is still Hill, funny and sweet and awesome as ever. It was so great seeing both of them, but I stupidly took pictures of my delicious food, but not any of us all hanging out together (it was really delicious, though):

After dinner, Alyssa and I went to meet up with one of her friends at a bar off Roosevelt. We used to go to Modified Arts to see all the little indie shows when we were in high school, and at the time there was really nothing else nearby. Now, there are a bunch of bars and galleries and coffee shops over there and the area has kind of taken off even more as a hipster-friendly zone. Apparently, Modified is just a gallery now, no more shows.

The Lost Leaf is a cozy little beer and wine bar, with a good selection of craft and local beers as well as imports. I had my usual Lambic, which I was happy to see they had available. Although the bar itself was really cool, there was a band playing that was awful and awfully loud. We only stayed long enough to each have one drink and play two games of Uno.

The red lighting also made it really difficult to tell blue and green apart on the Uno cards. I like the above shot because it kind of looks like Thing is playing cards with us.

After The Lost Leaf, we went to The Roosevelt tavern, which I wish I had gotten exterior pictures of because it’s in a really neat little brick house with wrought-iron fencing around the perimeter. Instead, all I have is this vaguely artful shot of the menu:

Also a beer and wine bar, I was not so lucky with selection this time around. With no Lambics available, I was planning on trying the Strongbow Cider that Alyssa recommended, but they were out. It was also pretty busy in there – we joked that it was because everyone was here instead of Lost Leaf because the music was so awful there, but actually I’m pretty sure that was the case. We stood around for awhile, then finally snagged some seats, but we ended up leaving pretty shortly thereafter.

Mostly, I was just impressed that all these awesome little bars had sprung up in this area off Roosevelt where there used to be pretty much nothing. It was like hipster heaven there, I felt underdressed just because I didn’t have my plaid shirt, beanie, Chuck Taylors, skinny jeans, or v-neck white t-shirt on. It was almost like being back in Portland again. But the hipsters in Phoenix have a pretty insular little scene in which to circulate, so it was just cool to see that it has at least expanded a little, and I was excited to see that craft beers and local brews have kind of broken through there now, too.

Alyssa and I parted ways with Rich, who had to work the next day, and went to The George & Dragon Pub for another drink and then to our old haunt the 5 & Diner. The 5 & Diner is everyone’s old haunt in Phoenix, really, because it’s the only place besides Denny’s that’s open 24 hours a day, and they serve really good diner food. Plus if you’re 16 and you went to a show and you’re wondering what to do between now and when you have to be home, the 5 & Diner is pretty much it for the non-drinking crowd.

It was just like old times. We sat outside and ate, I had hot chocolate, and we talked about anything and everything. All weekend I was again struck (as I am every time we see each other) by how easily Alyssa and I just pick up right where we left off. There’s never any awkwardness or reticence, no matter how much each of us may have gone through or just grown or changed since we last spent time together. I only have a couple of friends who I’ve been able to keep up this kind of relationship with, and I’m so grateful that Alyssa is one of them. But it also makes me miss her more each time we have to part. We’re being proactive this time though, and have started planning a trip to Vancouver, BC next summer. I can’t wait!

Overall, my trip to Phoenix was short but good. I was surprised to find that I don’t really feel very much attachment to that place anymore. It’s lessened with each visit back, but this time it was pretty much gone, maybe partly because the city has changed so much and in many ways isn’t even recognizable as the place I called home. To me, this was less a visit “back home” and more just a visit to a different city altogether. But as long as Alyssa’s there, I’ll still be back from time to time.