March 31, 2011

Carrot Cake Update 2

A sweet way to celebrate.
Here's the latest incarnation of my favorite carrot cake recipe, which I've also talked about in my Carrot Cake Update post. In cupcake form, one gets the best of both worlds in terms of convenience (easy to tote to dinner parties) and time saved (no need to butter and flour pans!).

For the cream cheese frosting, I've also played around with the large "daisy" tip—the results simply remind me of soft-serve ice cream. Yum.

Enjoy the pics! Today I'm celebrating 31 days of being productive and "resetting" my body clock, so, think of this post as my virtual cupcake party. Sending love and sweet thoughts to all you readers and friends out there! As always, thank you for reading :)


Fluffy, chewy goodness.

March 26, 2011

About Not Worrying

"Can any of you add a day to your life by worrying about it?"
—Matthew 6:24–34
Meet Jagger, the cute, cuddly, chillax cat :)
This is going to be a long and another weighty one, bear with me. (Don't worry though—in the next two posts, I'll be talking about cream puffs and carrot cupcakes!)

A few weeks ago, after the Times Square incident, I went to Sunday mass as always and the readings and homily from that day particularly struck a chord in me, in a way that would change the way I would approach the new month of March and hopefully the rest of my life. It was as if everything read and said were tailor-made to what I was going through. I ended up taking some notes and I'd like to share them here—hoping they would help you as much as they had given me the reassurance when I needed it the most.

In the comments section from the Ikea post, a reader named Ela said, "I wonder where you are getting all the positivity." I got reminded of a paragraph I originally was going to add to the post back in its planning stages, but forgot to include when I wrote it. Anyway, what I wanted to say was, during moments of distress and despair—and, after the tears have been shed—I am usually presented with an opportunity to be grateful and to snap out of the self-pity. For instance, on the subway ride home that night, I saw a child peddling candy for 50 cents each. I've seen him before, he was different from the kids who toted boxes of M&Ms, Welch's Fruits Snacks, and so forth. This kid seemed barely 10 years old, and he just had this large plastic container filled with fun-size candy bars. Everytime I see him, my heart breaks, because to me, children shouldn't even be working AT ALL. Children should be in school, in the playgound, at home playing videogames, or at the park doing sports...NOT hopping from subway car to subway car selling old candy from a plastic box. Moments like these bring me back to reality and remind me that what I’m going through can be quite mundane compared to the plight of other people. And, no—I do not take delight in other people’s hardships and pointing them out is a way to remind myself to stop being selfish (and, yes, dramatic).
Plug into positivity by surrounding yourself with optimistic people, eating well, and going to nice
(and sunny!) spaces. Here, my friend, Kat, whose company (and apartment!) I turn to whenever
I need a think-positive boost.
Another story that somewhat got buried in my blog backlog also parallels the incident above. Here's what I wrote back then:

"Walking to the subway station headed home from Rob and Grace's wedding, I felt melancholic...and lonely. I missed my husband and I had just come from the first wedding since our own back in February. But then two things caught my attention in my sentimental revelry: First, was a man wheeling his vendor cart, who also, by the looks of it, was headed home. And, second, a man quietly putting away melons in boxes at his fruit stand, ready to close for the night. You know how I feel about people who do physical labor (see Train Lesson post). Here I was, by day, sitting in an air-conditioned office midtown, eating my fancy salad and expensive chocolate, sipping free green tea and coffee; complaining about how lonely I was because my husband is far away. What about those people who have families living in other countries? Or those who have no choice... migrant workers who simply can't afford to feel [‘sad’ or ‘lazy’] because their bodies have to do the work? With that, and buying as much fruit as I could hope to consume in the next couple of days, I hopped on the subway with yet again, a renewed respective."

So, back to the notes from the readings, Gospel, and homily I’ve mentioned. (They were from the February 27, Eighth Sunday in Ordinary Time, which you may read here.)

1. God KNOWS.
In the Gospel, Jesus says: “Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink, or about your body, what you will wear. ... Your heavenly Father knows that you need them all." That was it, an eyeopener for me—God knows I need all these things. This is the same reading that mentions birds: "Look at the birds in the sky; they do not sow or reap, they gather nothing into barns, yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are not you more important than they? Can any of you by worrying add a single moment to your life-span?"

2. Clocks in the moment.
The priest told the story of the worrying clock (it's also mentioned in the website, Munachi.com). The clock started fixating on the total number of times it had to tick: two ticks to the second, 120 ticks per minute, 7200 ticks per hour, 172,800 ticks per day, 1,209,600 per week for 52 weeks, and a total of 62,899,200 per year. Overwhelmed, the clock went to a psychiatrist who asked, "Clock, what's your trouble?" "Oh, doctor," the clock complained, "I have to tick so much. I have to tick two ticks a second and 120 ticks per minute and 7200 ticks per hour, and ..." "Hold it," the psychiatrist cut in, "How many ticks do you have to tick at a time?" "Oh, I just have to tick one tick at a time," was the reply. "Then let me make a suggestion," replied the doctor. "You go home and try ticking one tick at a time. Don't even think about the next tick until its time. Just tick one tick at a time. Can you do that?" "Of course, I can" said the clock now happy and revived.

This is another reminder for us to live in the moment, and be in the NOW.

"Success and failure aren't for you to determine—just do what you have to do in the present and you will succeed," said the priest. (I now wish I knew his name!)

3. Worrying vs. Humiliation
"Worrying won't heal or cancel the humiliation or hurt you'd experienced in the past," he said. Wallowing in self-pity and past failures won't propel you forward—it only prevents you from finding and doing constructive things that lead to newer, happier, and successful results and feelings.

4. The Job Interview
This one hit the nail on the head in particular because I struggle, and I do mean STRUGGLE, with interviews (I don't mind it though if I'm the one asking questions). Face-to-face job interviews are partly the reason why I make my work so available online. I find it easier to let the work speak for itself, versus having to "sell" it to a potential employer in person. Then, I end up either going on deer-caught-in-headlights mode or putting my foot in my mouth. It's such a delicate dance that I am working towards mastering.

Stressed? Find a friendly, furry feline.
Anyway, it also came as a surprise to me that this career-oriented subject was even mentioned at mass, that's why I noted earlier that this particular one felt tailor-made. The priest pointed out that thoughts of "Am i going to fail, am I going to succeed?" bring on anxiety and negativity that you end up not being able to present yourself in the best light and in the most natural way.

5. Really, Don't Worry!
Again, I quote from the Gospel: "So do not worry and say, 'What are we to eat?' or 'What are we to drink?' or 'What are we to wear?'... Seek first the kingdom of God and his righteousness, and all these things will be given you besides. Do not worry about tomorrow; tomorrow will take care of itself."

March 21, 2011

Ikea My Way

An affordable way to cheer up.
While the Ikea in Red Hook, Brooklyn is miles from where I live, it's surprisingly easy and convenient to get to, thanks to a reliable subway system and the free shuttle one could take upon alighting from the train (in the wintertime, just be sure to bundle up for the wait at the stop).

Before I go on with a fairly recent afternoon's trip to the Swedish megastore, let me tell you a story:

In the middle of Times Square, one night I found myself crying in public while on the phone with my husband. It was from all the bottled up frustration—coupled with the loneliness from being far away from him—that I shamelessly started to tear up amidst the crowd and on a very busy street. If you've been reading this blog, you would know that I'm big on positivity, going with the flow, and living in the moment. But, that night, I succumbed to a weak moment and the reality of my situation suddenly hit me: I was jobless, alone, and somewhat broke. I also felt like a nobody—a feeling triggered by a previous visit to the Fox Newscorp building where I went in to use the ATM and was turned away by the guards (it was a holiday so they weren't really letting people without a company ID in). I thought: Will I even end up working here to get my Julia Roberts moment a la Pretty Woman? (Cue script: "Remember I was here the other day and you wouldn't let me in? Big mistake, HUGE. I have to go shopping now...")

In New York, I have no clout, no influence over office buildings... I knew it was a very mundane situation and it was the job of security to screen people out, but that night was a compoundment of all the exasperation I'd been feeling ever since I lost my last full-time job and embarked on this bumpy journey of a jobhunt. I felt overwhelmed by the rejection, the uncertainty, the waiting... I just wanted to cry. So I did.

Meatballs and more.
Now back to Ikea. I did mention that I was somewhat broke, meaning, not totally. My wallet hasn't been empty (at its leanest, it still had coins), thanks to a little help from loved ones. And, I do have my writing jobs, but the checks have been delayed, and when this Times Square incident happened, I had been lagging behind my rent and I had an upcoming bill to pay.

I needed serious cheering up—fast, and on the cheap. I couldn't think of a better way of drowning my sorrrows while being productive than a super sulit, affordable meal in the Ikea cafeteria and a quiet moment to tip-tap-type away...somewhere distant, somewhere neutral, somewhere I could gather my thoughts, re-compose myself, and get back on track with the whole positive thing. And, good food and good design are pretty much excellent antidotes to melanchoy and self-pity.

Over a refillable cup of good coffee and a slice of chocolate cream cake, compose my thoughts, feelings, and self, I did. It occurred to me to make the Ikea café my back-up office when I needed a change of scenery from the one I had at home. I also thought of applying in retail and making my Swedish store fancy official...whatever it takes to keep moving, to keep applying, to keep interviewing, until I finally find a new office and land myself a job that would make all these New York plans and dreams a reality. It could be a spot selling well-designed housewares, it could be a cubicle in a shiny high-rise tower writing some sort of snappy marketing copy, it could be anything. But, one thing's for sure, the next time you see me in Times Square you won't find me sobbing.

March 19, 2011

Oscar Moment

A lovely and inspiring afternoon,
in more ways than one.
When my friend Kat invited me to tag along at the photoshoot with Stefanie Walmsley, in the most ho-hum way I said, "Sure." I had no idea who the Oscar-winning producer of the short film, God of Love, was, but then I had no better way to spend my Saturday. Besides, I could help with the hair and makeup if needed. So, off I went along, ready to ask questions about what was inside the famous (ultra-mega-pricey) Oscar swag bag.

Little did I know how inspiring and wonderful my afternoon would turn out to be. While I'd love to share specific bits and pieces from the interview and shoot, I'd like to respect the editorial schedules of the magazines running her feature. But let me just say that Walmsley proved to be vastly entertaining, down-to-earth, and inspiring to talk to. I particularly enjoyed how she simply showed her bubbly personality, honesty, and I think that's all I can say for now. Catch a glimpse of the Pinay producer as she talks about the crew's journey to Academy Award territory in this video interview on YouTube. And, below is the trailer to the movie directed by Luke Matheny.

March 16, 2011

Water Cooler

Drink up!
I have a confession to make: Up until a few weeks ago, I only drank bottled water. Yup, even at home. Note though that I was very frugal about it: On laundry days, while my clothes were in the dryer, I would buy a case of Dasani at Key Food (which was cheaper than buying individual bottles, say, from Duane Reade) and wheel it back to my apartment. So in terms of the expense, it wasn't substantial enough to put a serious dent in my wallet.

However, this bottled water fixation was very very contradictory to the organic and "green" lifestyle I've come to adopt (which includes conscientiously sorting my recyclables in the trash bin). Can you imagine the carbon footprint and my contribution to the plastic bottle problem? Yet, I couldn't get my tastebuds to get used to drinking from the tap. Well, that, and a general concern for microbes.

Before.
Anyhow, one day back in February, I decided to snap out of this water rut of sorts and off I went and purchased a very handsome blue Brita water pitcher. These smart carafes come with replaceable filters that promise "cleaner, great-tasting water." While the initial investment may come at a premium—expect to shell out between $20 to $38 for a jug that comes with one filter—it's quite worth the price, given the environmental impact of "bottling up." The idea is to replace the filters every 40 gallons, approximately two months, and each one costs $8, depending on where you shop (you'll save money if you buy in bulk). According to the website, a Brita filter can "reduce chlorine (taste and odor), copper, and mercury content ... and can save up to 300 bottles of water. Now that's definitely cool.

And, my tastebuds have been happy so far.

So far, so cool.

March 13, 2011

Jumping In

Marriage truly was a leap of faith for me. Like I've said in this post, I come from a family of many separations, with weddings having been few and far between. And, growing up in an enviroment where there had been no shame in this issue, I've been privvy to all sorts of marital upheavals. I won't go into detail—because a blog is still different from open dinner table talk—but let me just say that if anybody gets knocked up among the grandchildren, my Lola would simply laugh and brush this off, because that's peanuts compared to all the drama she'd been through in the past. (By the way, if you're pregnant and perhaps looking for new additions to your wardrobe, check out the UK-based Vertbaudet website for maternity wear.)

My husband and I have just celebrated our first year anniversary, and, the biggest challenge so far has been the distance. But, it helps immensely that we really, really like each other and enjoy each other's company that we somehow are able to live each day as if the other were just there. We send random and frequent text messages such as what we've eaten, where we're headed, having woken up from naps, and so forth. It's the little things that propel the day forward—minute to minute, hour for hour, moment by moment. While I do get lonely from time to time—because nothing still beats being in the same room/car as the person you love and sharing cayenne fries—being together "for better or for worse" has made the journey a lot more bearable...and meaningful.

And, back on the subject of faith, I take comfort in seeking God's help (it's unbelievable what I pick up at Sunday mass; more on that in an upcoming post) and knowing that things ultimately have a way of panning out in the most delightful way. Again, one simply has to have faith.

March 9, 2011

Cupcakes a la NYC

Easy to make, easy to eat!
Once you get past the novelty and nostalgia of eating cupcakes from the famous Magnolia Bakery in the West Village (or in any of the branches that have cropped up all over town, for that matter), your taste buds would promptly determine how sickeningly sweet the little cakes are.

That said, the cloying qualities of said sugar bombs have not stopped me from reaching for one every now and then. It's the sweet equivalent of craving KFC—unadulterated and greasy—when nothing else would hit the spot.

I recently stumbled upon a Magnolia-esque bakeshop at the Chelsea Market called Eleni's, where I got to order a vanilla cupcake covered in chocolate buttercream frosting. Their version is sweet enough (not too much), creamy, and perfectly portioned for the walk from the store to the subway. It was definitely a delicious moment...so much so that I continued to fixate on the choco-vanilla combo for two days, prompting me to take the cupcake plunge: I had to make my own.

Mmm...
If you Google "vanilla cupcakes with chocolate frosting" you will come across similar versions of the recipe I've listed here. There are two major-nice things to note about churning your own sweet treats. One, you know exactly what goes in and you can use premium ingredients (you know how I feel about vegetable shortening, blech!). Two, it's way way cheaper!

Most recipes call for either cake flour or self-rising flour—both of which are easy to substitute with all-purpose flour. For every cup of cake flour you need, combine two tablespoons of cornstarch and AP flour in one measuring cup. To make your own self-rising flour, add 1 1/2 teaspoons of baking powder and 1/2 teaspoon salt to one cup of AP flour. The recipe below is a modified version featuring the latter.

More important than the flour you use is actually the method with which you combine the ingredients. As in the case of making any type of fluffy cake, be careful to not overmix the batter. I paraphrase Good Eats host Alton Brown in saying that overbeating the batter produces gluten—the stretchy protein strands that render your finished product chewy  and "not good eats."

Here's an extra-pretty batch!

Cupcakes a la NYC
(a.k.a. Vanilla Cupcakes with Chocolate Frosting)

You'll need:

1/2 cup (one stick) butter, softened
1 cup sugar
1 1/2 cups all-purpose flour
2 1/4 teaspoons baking powder
3/4 teaspoon salt
2 eggs
1/2 cup milk
1 teaspoon vanilla extract


(You may refer to the original recipe using cake flour here.)

March 6, 2011

New York

Seventh and last post of the Travel Series.
View of the Williamsburg Bridge from Kent St. in Brooklyn.
And then there's New York. Here is where I'll probably always feel at home other than Manila. New York is where I could pop by Grand Central if I have a craving for chicken barbecue with mashed potatoes and milk gravy (Brother Jimmy's BBQ) or a mushroom and blue cheese crepe with a side of greens (Ciao Bella); where, to my left is a bum taking a nap and to my right are struggling model lookalikes dishing on rent and potential part-time jobs at Hérmés and internships at Diane Von Furstenberg.
A colorful store display from last summer.
New York City is where I could go to a deli during lunch hour and get a chopped salad with unlimited toppings, or, maybe get a $5 half-chicken-half-falafel with rice meal from the Halal food truck, and then sit by a bench across the street. NYC is where shops like Michael Kors,  Cole Haan, and Stuart Weitzman are abound, and, ironically, could be steps away from street vendors selling designer-inspired bags, scarves, and hats.
Meals on wheels.
True, every now and then I think that New York is overrated. I get tired of pompous artsy fartsy types who make simple things complicated, or executives who don't read or respond to their own emails. Yet, this city is so diverse and encouraging that maybe one minute I'm in Brooklyn watching a comedy set at The Knitting Factory, and the next minute, I'm going up to a comedian and writer for 30 Rock named Hannibal Burress, asking him advice on where to go for improv classes. Maybe the next week I think about volunteering at the writers room and/or applying in the page program, so I ask a yoga classmate who works at NBC to help forward an application packet to Hannibal…and Tina Fey(!).

Perhaps my packet goes from the mailroom straight to the garbage bin, unnoticed. Or, maybe, whoever ends up reading it wonders, "Is she for real?" (In any case, if you're a 30 Rock or NBC staffer reading this, my answer is yes, I am willing to restart my career from the ground up. Again, just please give me a meal allowance so I don't go seriously broke.)

Maybe on another day, while on a cupcake run in Chelsea, I bump into Food Network exec Bob Tuschman, whom I promptly beg for any job at the station.

Just maybe.

It's the endless promise of something new, bigger, and more exciting that keeps me coming back for more.
Gorgeous apartments (nope, not mine).
One-of-a-kind weddings.
Tiny living spaces (yup, mine).
The New York City Marathon (to watch).
Eggs Norwegian like no other.
Quaint coffeeshops (that sell bite-size cream puffs).
Really, what's not to love? And, if I do get tired of this busy, bustling city, I can go back to any of the places featured in the Travel Series. For now—cue: Jay-Z's Empire State of Mind—"let's hear it
for New York, New York, New York…"
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March 5, 2011

Chicago

Sixth post of the Travel Series.
Chicago Theater
If you regularly read this blog, you'd know that my husband and I live miles and miles apart (sniff!). So, whenever the chance to spend time with him comes up, I'm quick to snap up the opportunity. For example, when I found out he was being sent to Chicago for work back in early January, I booked a flight for myself and looked forward to two weeks in the Windy City.

I know seasoned travelers would be aghast when I say that my fondest memory of President Obama's hometown is a cozy room in a midtown hotel off of North Michigan Avenue (that, and the delicious Chicago-style deep dish pizzas from Lou Malnati's and Pizzeria Uno).
Before and after… Burp!
Because of the weather—windy, chilly, slippery—I found myself within the confines of my husband's air-conditioned room. However, I was surprisingly very productive there: While he went to work during the day for almost two weeks, I'd managed to create the backup of my old blog template and successfully revamp this one. You can imagine the hours of testing, tinkering, tweaking... The result of which is what you see here now.
It was frreezing…
…but the food was good. Here we are having breakfast at the Corner Bakery: Crunchy Honey Banana Oatmeal for moi, and the Chicken Pomodori Panini with Cheddar Broccoli soup combo for the husband.

Suffice it to say, I didn't get to take a lot of pictures, at least compared to Breckenridge, Napa Valley, Sonoma County, and all the other places featured here in the Travel Series. But, still, I had a blast in Chicago and would most likely vacation there another time.
The beautiful Holy Name Cathedral.
Chicago has actually been dubbed, "The Architect's Playground," because of its dynamic architecture
ranging from classic and historical buildings to ultra-modern high-rises.
Trump International Hotel & Tower at night.
Walking on East Wacker Drive by the River Hotel.
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