Love the look of beach hair…but not stepping foot on the sand anytime soon?
Here's how to easily (and inexpensively) make your own spray to give your hair that great, beachy texture.
Love the look of beach hair…but not stepping foot on the sand anytime soon?
Here's how to easily (and inexpensively) make your own spray to give your hair that great, beachy texture.
If you have never tried baking fish in foil, let me tell you: you need to try it. Like, tonight.
Because it's both the easiest thing ever (I promise), and the coolest-looking thing ever; it's guaranteed to have whoever you serve it to all "ooh, ahh, how did you do that?!" And your answer will be: "With hours of intense labor." Except that will be a lie, because the total amount of effort that you will have put into this fancy-looking dinner will be approximately what is required to assemble a bowl of instant oatmeal.
I usually make salmon this way, but halibut is another nice, light, summery fish that goes well with things like white wine and lemon, so I thought I'd give it a shot. And: delicious. Nice, light and summery, as expected.
Alright, so here are my personal rules when it comes to crossing the threshold into somebody else's home, whether for a night, for a weekend, or for more:
Rule #1: Come Bearing Gifts. Never enter someone else's home without something in hand. Anything. (If you totally space on picking something up in advance, stop into a bakery, florist, or wine shop on the way over; food, flowers and alcohol may not be terribly original, but they are always appreciated.)
Just a little travel hack for those of you with places to go in the coming weeks:
You know that not-so-hot, musty smell that your luggage (and its contents) tends to sport upon arriving at its destination? Here's an easy fix: just toss a dryer sheet or three into your bag; when you get to your hotel, your clothing will be infused with a light, fresh scent.
(And speaking of fresh scents and travel: always make sure to pack a couple of odor-proof trash bags; these are great for separating dirty clothing from the clean stuff for the return trip, so you can minimize the amount of laundry you need to do upon arriving home.)
The summer after my junior year of high school, my friend Thomasin and I spent a couple of months attending art school in Paris (which sounds ridiculously fancy for a couple of teenagers, and kind of was). We lived in dorms that were filled with college students during the regular school year, and while we were technically supervised, we really…weren't. Which meant we did our best to get into as much trouble as possible, and when that turned out to be not very much trouble at all (because we were both a little more "nervous good girls" than "madcap European bon vivants"), we hung around the dorm with our friends, essentially playing grown-up.
Our favorite weekend activity: trucking down to the grocery store on the corner for cooking supplies, and then using the tiny kitchen in our dorm to make what felt, to us, like sophisticated meals...but were actually just the most rudimentary pasta dishes ever. We ate them with chopsticks, sitting in a circle on the floor around the one big cooking pot we shared, because we hadn't thought to bring things like bowls and forks. We would have told you that we didn't just go out and buy bowls and forks because we "couldn't afford them" or because we were "too lazy to go to the store"…but neither of those reasons would have been the truth.
The truth was that we didn't buy them because we didn't want them, because the very best part of those meals was that we ate them crowded around a single pot with friends we thought we'd have forever, laughing until we couldn't breathe.