photo friday: this way, that way

9 Oct

NoMi beach

Sometimes places can really surprise you.

For example, the other week, Swede and I were driving through the Upper Peninsula of Michigan, and if I didn’t know better, if I couldn’t feel cool autumn air every time I got out of the car, I would have sworn we were somewhere in California. We drove along the coast, the water pinging sunlight every which way from Sunday, except it was freshwater instead of salt, and at any moment, whenever we damn well pleased, we could pull the car over on the side of the road, stroll a few feet through tall grasses, and dip our feet. Or skip stones. Or just stand and take in the calm, the emptiness of a beach in fall.

2015 mcpolish fall reading list

7 Oct

Listen, you guys, reading is serious business, and I am a serious person.


And this is proven by the feat I accomplished this past summer, wherein I finished reading not one, but TWO books on the Summer 2015 McPolish Reading List: We Are All Completely Beside Ourselves by Karen Joy Fowler, and Firefly Lane, by Kristin Hannah. While I won’t spoil my thoughts on the books—I’ll save that for my debrief of what I’ve read this year next month–I will now pause for your applause on such an amazing accomplishment.

Oh you guys! You flatter me!

You guys, for real. Now you’re just embarrassing me…….

……I have to move on now, you guys. Your hands are getting chapped and we’ve got other books to discuss.

So, since I experienced such phenomenal success (by my standards) with my summer reading list, and because autumn is my spirit animal (actually that has nothing to do with anything except to divine truth about myself upon yourself) (I don’t even really know what I said right there) (the takeaway here is that I love fall), I want to keep the book list momentum going, and with any luck I will go all Dolph Lundgren-as-Drago-esque on my fall reading list and be all, “I must break you.”

Except instead of Rocky Balboa,** I will break books. And by break I mean read the shit out of.

So! Here’s what I will (maybe) read this fall:

Words, words, words

Words, words, words

The Adventures of Kavalier and Clay—Michael Chabon

The Golden Compass—Phillip Pullman (Yes, I realize it was on the summer list. Stop judging me. I am determined to read this one.)

Malcom X—Manning Marabel

Nobody’s Baby But Mine—Susan Elizabeth Phillips

A little bit of this genre, a little bit of that genre, all mixed together for what I hope will be another great reading season.

What’s on your fall list this year? Anything I should add to mine?

*Not really.

**I just realized that this is a horrible analogy, as Dolph Lundgren’s Drago gets his ass handed to him by Sylvester Stalone’s Rocky. I would like to not have my ass handed to me by books.

photo (video) friday: keep the beat

18 Sep

These guys were on State Street the other day, and it totally made my Friday.

Drum on, drummers.

photo friday: hello, muffin

11 Sep


Sometimes you look in your fridge and wonder why and how and when it came about that you acquired three—yes, three—large tubs of Greek yogurt in your life. Hard to say, really, but there they are and you’d better do something with them before they go moldy.

(Whoops, too late for that one there. Into the garbage you go, pal.)

So in a fit of I WILL ACTUALLY TRY ONE OF THE 4,000+ RECIPES I’VE PINNED ON PINTEREST!, you pluck one from your boards and make some banana muffins that use Greek yogurt instead of butter and oil, because as luck would have it you have some over-ripe bananas that need to be used, too.

And sometimes these things turn out quite deliciously, and you can enjoy them with a cup of tea while you zone out in the morning before work.

(Recipe can be found here.)

things i’ve been meaning to tell you: september 2015

9 Sep

1) As I mentioned previously, I’ve taken to going to the gym in the morning during the week, a development that still astounds me. But because of this, I’m now on a first-name basis with the young man who works the front desk. I was a little startled the first time he greeted me by name (HOW DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM? OH RIGHT, IT SAYS IT RIGHT THERE ON YOUR COMPUTER WHEN YOU CHECK ME IN SORRY IT’S EARLY AND I’M NOT EVEN SURE I’M WEARING PANTS), but since then I’ve come to realize that you have to band together with the people who, like you, are up before dawn, and be nice to each other, because we all need a little nicety in the morning, especially if they, like you, have animals at home who are completely disrespectful of their attempt at health.

2) The next big trend in cocktails is going to involve figs. Write that down—you read it here first, friends. And you can trust in my predictions, as Swede and I are always ahead of the curve when it comes to these things. You know how everyone is all of a sudden into gin, and special gins, and craft gins, and gin-gin-gin-gin-gin? We’ve been drinking gin for YEARS, people. My liver is one big gin balloon!

So yeah. Figs. It’s where it’s at.

3) The other week I went out to brunch with two of my friends to a delicious little restaurant called Whisk. Amazing cheesy grits, you guys. Amazing. But here’s where they lost me: Individual, cutesy little bottles of pop.

Listen, I know it’s not fashionable to harbor an addiction to pop these days. I know I would be way cooler if I called for some sort of coffee dripped through filters hand-woven by local artisans, or a tea fizzed with aromatic beads from regional hibiscus passion fruit flower farms. (It could be a thing.)

But I’m not. I don’t like coffee, and if I’m going to drink tea I prefer a simple Earl Gray or English Breakfast tea with a little milk and honey splashed in, usually while getting ready in the morning for work and eating a banana muffin. Otherwise, with my actual breakfast, no matter whether I’m standing at the kitchen counter or out to brunch, I just want a g-d diet pop, and for the love of all that is holy and decent, I’m probably going to want a refill.

Do you understand this, hipster joints? Get rid of the stupid little bottles and pony up for fountain pop.

Christ almighty, don’t make me say it twice, you cheap bastards. You’re not cool with your tiny bottles, you’re freaking annoying and simultaneously gaining my veto vote.

4) A couple months ago I mentioned that Swede and I needed new phones. I’m happy to report that around Fourth of July, after not one, not two, but three trips to the cell phone store, we purchased new phones, with a new carrier, and life has since been grand.

Except for the fact that I couldn’t hear anything when people called me. Granted, I don’t actually talk on my cell phone terribly often, but for the few times I do, it was perturbing. So I toddled over to the cell phone store on my lunch hour, and approached the nice young man standing there just waiting to help someone.

Me: “I think there’s something wrong with my phone. I only got it a month ago, and I can’t hear anything when I make phone calls.”

Nice Young Man: (takes phone, inspects it, looks at me a bit askance.) “Your screen protector is on the wrong way. It’s covering up the ear speaker.”

Me: (blink blink blink)

Nice Young Man: (blink)

Me: “It’s okay to tell your friends about this.”

5) I have made a very important and excellent discovery about myself, which is this: I will eat just about anything that is chili-flavored.

Chili-flavored Fritos? Yes.

Chili-cheese-flavored Cheez-Its before they were discontinued? Sweet Mother of God, yes.

Quinoa enchilada bake that has all the flavorings of chili? Ab. So. Lutely.

I recently made a lentil chili, and I’ll admit I was a bit hesitant about it, but once I tasted it I was pretty much ready to eat the entire container. My favorite chili will always be my mom’s recipe (though I like to substitute ground turkey for the ground beef, or use a mixture of both), but there is just something about the combination of chili powder and cumin that makes me want to dig in a spoon and call it a day. It’s just excitingly good. I’m all over it.

photo friday: no. just, no.

4 Sep

Since the day we brought her home, Juniper’s greatest want in life is for the cats to be her friends.

Since the day we brought her home, the cats’ greatest wants in life is for Juniper to stop sniffing their butts. And then to go the hell away.

They are all currently at an impasse.

"Are you sure you don't want to be my friend?" "Go away."

“Are you sure you don’t want to be my friend?”
“Go away.”

photo friday: what the?

28 Aug
Oh, you know, just monkeying around in the kitchen.

Oh, you know, just monkeying around in the kitchen.

Sometimes (re: frequently) I come across photos in my files that make me think, “Now that looks like fun!” (re: Why the hell did I take a picture of that? What the hell was I doing?) This is one photo that definitely fits that bill. There’s a strong chance I snapped this while I was making some sort of zucchini-infused baked good, as evidenced by the grated zucchini photos that followed this one in my files, but really, your guess is as good as mine.

I am astounded, sometimes, by my lack of awareness of what goes on in my kitchen in relation to the things created by…me.

I hope, at least, that whatever I was making turned out well.


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