I obviously can't get Keratin at the moment (that's a shot from a rainy and ordinarily majorly frizz-inducing day a couple of months after my first treatment, hence the remarkably smooth hair and alcoholic beverage)...but that doesn't mean that you can't!
Cooooool.
Kendrick came home from a weekend in Ohio with one a Himalayan Salt Plate - a gift for me from our friend Matt - and while I don't quite get how to use it yet, I am so excited to figure it out.
The little pamphlet that came with the salt plate says that you can use it to grill on to infuse whatever you're making with flavor, or chill it and use it as a serving platter for things like sushi and cheese. It's naturally anti-macrobial, so it's easy to clean, and it does change color/shape over time - the pamphlet even says that someday, when it gets too small for cooking or serving on, it "will be a perfect size to grate over your food, break up for making soup, or even throw in your tub for a detoxifying salt bath." SO COOL.
Now, the chilling and serving I get...but the grilling is confounding me a bit. Do you have to use oil if you don't want the meat (or whatever) to stick? What kinds of things taste best when grilled on it? Can you put it in the oven to bake things on, or is it for stovetop use only?
I didn't really know what to write in my next post after the one I wrote Friday night. I said what I wanted to say, and I won't be talking about this anymore; the rest is for me to keep. But I didn't know how to handle it, and I'm not sure I handled it quite right, because I didn't just wake up, make salads and pastas, and go to a party, and so it feels like that post was in some ways a lie.
The truth wasn't nearly as simple as that. The truth was - is - much worse. But once I got to the shower I was with people I hadn't seen in years, celebrating the marriage of one of my oldest friends, someone I love very much...and it was simpler, then. I didn't have to pretend to be happy; I just was happy. To see how excited my friend was, to be there with her.
It just wasn't as simple as it sounded. I don't know what else to say.
It's graduation time again!
Yay?
My graduation day was no fun at all. I was in an enormous fight with my boyfriend (we had already decided to break up after graduation, which was, you know, that day, so I'm not sure why we bothered), and I was desperately hungover, so in all my pictures I look pale, nauseous, and near tears. Memories!
And of course the ages-old problem with recent grads is that we all think we will immediately become Oscar-winning actresses (hello!), in-demand journalists making $5/word, or presidents of our very own companies, because we deserve to. To those of you who are graduating this year: you don't, and this will not happen. Unless you are already wildly rich and/or well-connected, you will probably be getting coffee or waiting tables for awhile while you either work your way into an interesting position or figure out what you want to do, and THAT IS OKAY. Completely, 100% okay. It took me six more years and several soul-crushing failures before I was able to get my wheels more or less on track. (For some excellent post-grad advice from Lilit Marcus, author of Save The Assistants which - plug plug plug - makes an excellent graduation gift, click here.)
