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.
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