My hair is not a new topic of conversation, and I really like fashion scarves. So I was excited when the people at Hoorag thought to accentuate my up do with a fashion scarf that I can wear on my head…
But let me elaborate:
I watched the video on the multitude of ways to use a Hoorag, and it’s essentially a circular bandana that doesn’t have to be tied. Not being much for duck hunting myself, I figured my best bets were to use it for biking, hiking/backpacking and yoga.
I have yet to test out the first two applications, because I haven’t been out to the woods for awhile, and, let’s face it, I’ve fallen off the bike commuting wagon. But an upcoming resolution and not one but two Hoorags in the coat closet means that I can protect my neck, nose, and scalp from the elements while riding in the winter. And that’s, as they say, a good thing (“they” meaning Martha Stuart… though I’m not sure you’d catch her in a Hoorag).
I did, manage an attempt to wear it as a headband-type-thing to yoga this morning, but the gf abruptly stopped me and told me I needed further work on my Hoorag technique.
Here’s the thing: I want to love the Hoorag, but we are still kind of getting to know one another. It could be because I have a small head, or that I just haven’t grasped the proper technique to make it look cool, but I’m still convinced that this is something that I should have in my life. I’m waiting for the chilly morning when I’m out in the woods and use it a a potholder to protect me from my hot stainless steel mug holding fresh coffee. Then I throw it over my head and warm my neck at the start of a long hike, and later to wipe my sweat as the sun rises overhead.
Call me a romantic.
What do you think? Can I rock the Hoorag in the city, or should I wait until I’m out in the woods where no one can see me…???
Perhaps you or someone you know has a big head? There’s still time to grab a few Hoorags as stocking stuffers before the apocalypse – I mean – Christmas. They come in a multitude of colors and patterns, and ship super fast! Disclosures
Old Faithful strikes again….
Working in the arts often means keeping strange hours. Lately I’ve been getting home from work between 10:30 and 11:30pm. The typical nightly ritual of nine-to-fivers who come home, eat dinner, watch some TV, and go to bed is pretty much out the window in my house since by the time I get home I’ve already eaten dinner. If I’m lucky, I have enough energy to drink a beer and fall asleep on the couch to the first 15 minutes of Project Runway on the DVR… Anyway, my co-worker Tony was gloating on Friday about his ingenuity in reshaping the theater schedule to include more home-cooked meals.
Enter, once again, the magical slow cooker.
I’m all about multi-tasking, and what better way to multi-task than to cook dinner for tomorrow while you’re sleeping! So, instead of the aforementioned 15 minutes of Project Runway I threw the typical meat-veg-liquid combination in the slow cooker and this morning I’m greeted by this:
Friday nights just got a little crazier in my house. I might be doing this often…
Overnight Pork Roast
- Pork Shoulder (with or without bone)
- Vegetable of choice (something sturdy like carrots, potatoes, onions, and celery), cut into big chunks
- Liquid (water or broth)
- S & P, or, a seasoning mix like Adobo
Loosely place the veggies on the bottom of your slow cooker and rest the meat on top. Rub salt and pepper or spice mix onto the pork shoulder and cover with liquid. Set cooker on low to cook overnight and grab a beer.
Don’t mess with a woman’s counter space….
The past couple of weeks I’ve been going through a series of life changes. Sometimes you have to give up a few things in order to grow, and part of my last few weeks has included a serious downsize back to apartment living.
While I can say for certain that I’m in a good place personally, perhaps the hardest part has been giving up my enormous chef’s kitchen for a 2′ x 4′ slab of Formica in my current abode. While I have every confidence in my ability to cook in a small kitchen (proved, in part, by the mean apple cobbler you see here), I’ll admit that I got pretty accustomed to spreading out.
As Alton Brown has drilled into me, muti-taskers are key, and in a small kitchen this is all the more true. So the things that I’ve chosen to take with me to the apartment are going to have maximum impact with a minimum footprint. If ever faced with nuclear holocaust, or a downsize of major proportions, these are the things I would (and did) take with me.
Lauren’s must-haves for a happy kitchen of any size:
- An awesome wooden spoon, spatula, and scraper. Don’t skimp on quality here; break the bank and get the best.
- Corning ware. My set was a wedding gift to my parents in 1975. Oven, microwave and dishwasher safe (not that I have one of those anymore). Plus they have lids, so you don’t need extra tupperware. You can use them for baking, too!
- A fantastic mixing bowl. Do I really have to justify this?
- Chef’s knife. No meal is made without it. Again, don’t skimp here; get the best and keep it sharp.
- A soup pot, a skillet, and a sauce pan. If they are good ones, you only need one of each. Will Calphalon pay me if I plug them as my brand of choice?
- A french press. The coffee tastes better, and it’s small enough to store in the cupboard.
- My vintage, 1st edition Betty Crocker Cookbook. When times get tough, my mantra is always that Betty knows best.