Cooooooool. 

Cooooooool. 

It is 5:30 am here in the UK and I cannot sleep in painful anticipation of planning to travel to a million countries so I think it is time for my awkward travel tip of the day.
Do not change in front of a hostel of people eating their breakfast even if you are wearing 4 pairs of tights at the time. 
Here is a Picture of me at Disneyland Paris. I urge you to note 2 key important things here. 
A. I am not wearing a skirt.
B. I am not wearing Kakhi pants.

There are two important reasons I wore this pair of jeans my entire trip. 
A. It is freaking freezing in Paris during the month of January.
B. I split my pants.

Just imagine this. It is 5 am in the morning, I am from Southern California, and I think, “I would like to be cute today because hell, I am in France.” So I slip on my cute black stripey skirt and 4 layers of shirts alongside my comfy sweater thinking that 4 pairs of opaque wooly tights would do the trick in the warmness situation. Again I reiterate… I am from Southern California where it does not get colder than 50 let alone rain or have any wind chill of any sort. I walk outside thinking, “Heyyyy its not so bad” and get in the car to drive and check in at my hotel for D-land Paris.
My boyfriend and I arrive park in front of our hotel and I step outside and immediately die. Surely every animal outside must be dead, no living thing could survive this winter chill. It feels at least 10 degrees colder than the main city and I start to backtrack on the idea of looking skirt cute. I begin to ponder the idea of looking like indiana jones with my khaki zara pants and boots instead. That would be much warmer. I look around, our hotel has an entire glass eating area and there are some people eating inside but they don’t really seem to be paying attention to anything but their food and I am wearing 4 pairs of tights. 4 pairs of tights = pants and not an undergarment in my mind. I figure no one will notice if I slip some pants on underneath my skirt. The change is seemingly foolproof. I rustle around my bag and get my pants on and button up. It feels fine I’m not worried. Why the hell would I be worried? I am also finally warm in my khaki pants because everyone knows jeans really aren’t the worlds best warmth insulators. I happily jaunt over to the passenger seat of the car and sit down and instantly hear a painful gut-wrenching tear. I look down and can see a 7 inch gaping split in my lovely pants. I look around and see the entire hostel staring at me and my boyfriend is dying cracking up at the little show I have put on. I sadly take my pant of shame and ask him to retrieve my jeans. 4 pairs of tights also equals 2 sizes larger Lindsey. 
I put my jeans on with a look of defeat on my face until we reach Disney. 
You win this time pants… you win this time. 

It is 5:30 am here in the UK and I cannot sleep in painful anticipation of planning to travel to a million countries so I think it is time for my awkward travel tip of the day.

Do not change in front of a hostel of people eating their breakfast even if you are wearing 4 pairs of tights at the time. 

Here is a Picture of me at Disneyland Paris. I urge you to note 2 key important things here. 

A. I am not wearing a skirt.

B. I am not wearing Kakhi pants.


There are two important reasons I wore this pair of jeans my entire trip. 

A. It is freaking freezing in Paris during the month of January.

B. I split my pants.


Just imagine this. It is 5 am in the morning, I am from Southern California, and I think, “I would like to be cute today because hell, I am in France.” So I slip on my cute black stripey skirt and 4 layers of shirts alongside my comfy sweater thinking that 4 pairs of opaque wooly tights would do the trick in the warmness situation. Again I reiterate… I am from Southern California where it does not get colder than 50 let alone rain or have any wind chill of any sort. I walk outside thinking, “Heyyyy its not so bad” and get in the car to drive and check in at my hotel for D-land Paris.

My boyfriend and I arrive park in front of our hotel and I step outside and immediately die. Surely every animal outside must be dead, no living thing could survive this winter chill. It feels at least 10 degrees colder than the main city and I start to backtrack on the idea of looking skirt cute. I begin to ponder the idea of looking like indiana jones with my khaki zara pants and boots instead. That would be much warmer. I look around, our hotel has an entire glass eating area and there are some people eating inside but they don’t really seem to be paying attention to anything but their food and I am wearing 4 pairs of tights. 4 pairs of tights = pants and not an undergarment in my mind. I figure no one will notice if I slip some pants on underneath my skirt. The change is seemingly foolproof. I rustle around my bag and get my pants on and button up. It feels fine I’m not worried. Why the hell would I be worried? I am also finally warm in my khaki pants because everyone knows jeans really aren’t the worlds best warmth insulators. I happily jaunt over to the passenger seat of the car and sit down and instantly hear a painful gut-wrenching tear. I look down and can see a 7 inch gaping split in my lovely pants. I look around and see the entire hostel staring at me and my boyfriend is dying cracking up at the little show I have put on. I sadly take my pant of shame and ask him to retrieve my jeans. 4 pairs of tights also equals 2 sizes larger Lindsey. 

I put my jeans on with a look of defeat on my face until we reach Disney. 

You win this time pants… you win this time. 

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I’m a bit of a Diet Coke addict. It gets me through my day. Get off my back. But recently I’ve had an issue with making sure that my cokes have not all been consumed through the week. (I’m not gonna lie, they are pretty expensive here in the UK). 
So in conclusion: 
Good friends label every single can of a 30 rack of Diet Coke with your name, a Merry Christmas, and a Christmas picture (such as the North Star, random dogs?) just so everyone can know that it is, in fact, YOUR DIET COKE. 
hahahaha. Good Good Friend. 

I’m a bit of a Diet Coke addict. It gets me through my day. Get off my back. But recently I’ve had an issue with making sure that my cokes have not all been consumed through the week. (I’m not gonna lie, they are pretty expensive here in the UK). 

So in conclusion: 

Good friends label every single can of a 30 rack of Diet Coke with your name, a Merry Christmas, and a Christmas picture (such as the North Star, random dogs?) just so everyone can know that it is, in fact, YOUR DIET COKE. 

hahahaha. Good Good Friend. 

Just officially registered for the Barcelona, Spain 1/2 Marathon 

So there’s that. 

Just officially registered for the Barcelona, Spain 1/2 Marathon 

So there’s that. 

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Moms give the best Christmas presents 

Moms give the best Christmas presents 

chemicalfreeskinny:

RECIPE: 
Apricot Pineapple Smoothie 
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Ingredients
1/4 cup crushed pineapple
1 fresh apricot, diced
6 (organic…skip the pesticides*) strawberries
1/2 banana
1 1/2 cup water
1 tbsp. (organic…skip the hormones, drugs and pesticides*) skim milk 
1 tsp. flax seed oil (optional)
*ChemicalFreeSkinny recommendations
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Directions
In a blender, process fruit with the rest of the ingredients. Blend until thoroughly mixed and serve.
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(Recipe modified from: healthrecipes.com; photo-purplemoo.co.uk)

MMMMM must try this when I get back to California 

chemicalfreeskinny:

RECIPE: 

Apricot Pineapple Smoothie

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Ingredients

  • 1/4 cup crushed pineapple
  • 1 fresh apricot, diced
  • (organic…skip the pesticides*) strawberries
  • 1/2 banana
  • 1 1/2 cup water
  • 1 tbsp. (organic…skip the hormones, drugs and pesticides*) skim milk
  • 1 tsp. flax seed oil (optional)

*ChemicalFreeSkinny recommendations

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Directions

In a blender, process fruit with the rest of the ingredients. Blend until thoroughly mixed and serve.

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(Recipe modified from: healthrecipes.com; photo-purplemoo.co.uk)

MMMMM must try this when I get back to California 

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celebratewithcake:

Chocolate Raspberry Macarons
Yield: 2 dozen
Difficulty: ★★★☆☆
Macaron:
225g powdered sugar
125g almonds, blanched
25g sugar
Red food coloring (about 5 drops)
100g egg whites (about 3)
Chocolate ganache filling:
8 oz (227g) semisweet or bittersweet chocolate
3/4 cup (180 ml) heavy whipping cream
2 tbsps (28g) unsalted butter
1 tsp almond extract
1/2 cup raspberries, halved and smooshed flat
Preparations:
In a food processor, run the almonds and powdered sugar until finely ground. Add a drop of food coloring at a time to the granulated sugar and whisk together until evenly colored (your sugar will be darker than the final macaron). Set aside and let dry (a few minutes). Whip egg whites until foamy, slowly add the granulated sugar, until they are glossy. Slowly fold the almond and sugar mixture into the whites with a wide spatula. The mixture should remain shiny and flow easily (hold a ribbon for ten seconds, I would say). Fill a pastry bag with the batter and pipe small rounds onto parchment lined baking sheets. Let the macarons rest for 20 minutes. Preheat the oven to 315°F (325°F at 8500 feet) and when they are ready, bake them for 12-15 minutes (12 minutes). Let cool, remove from the paper and fill with the ganache. Makes 35. If making small macarons (1-inch), bake for about 10 minutes.
Place the chocolate in a medium sized bowl. Set aside. Heat the cream in a medium sized saucepan over medium heat. Bring just to a boil. Immediately pour the boiling cream over the chocolate and allow to stand for 5 minutes. Add the butter and stir with a whisk until smooth. Stir in almond extract. Let cool to room temperature. Fill a piping bag with the ganache.
Pipe a dollop of ganache onto one macaron shell. Gently press a raspberry half into the center. Place the second macaron shell on top, making sure the ganache sticks to it. Repeat for the rest of the macarons.
If you are viewing this recipe in an aggregator (such as Tumblr’s dashboard) please visit Celebrate With Cake for more recipes.



Dear friends,
Prepare yourself because in T-minus 5 hours I will be leaving for Paris for New Years Day via the Folkstone Ferry from the UK and eating these amazing little bombs of awesome (as well as 500 different kinds of smelly cheeses and wines and “beef cheeks” and rabbit and whatever else I can get my grubby little hands on). I will be blowing up your computers with amazingly beautiful pictures of the food delicacies that I encounter.
Just sayin, fair warning.
Sincerely Me

celebratewithcake:

Chocolate Raspberry Macarons

Yield: 2 dozen

Difficulty: ★★★☆☆

    Macaron:

  • 225g powdered sugar
  • 125g almonds, blanched
  • 25g sugar
  • Red food coloring (about 5 drops)
  • 100g egg whites (about 3)
  • Chocolate ganache filling:

  • 8 oz (227g) semisweet or bittersweet chocolate
  • 3/4 cup (180 ml) heavy whipping cream
  • 2 tbsps (28g) unsalted butter
  • 1 tsp almond extract
  • 1/2 cup raspberries, halved and smooshed flat

Preparations:

  1. In a food processor, run the almonds and powdered sugar until finely ground. Add a drop of food coloring at a time to the granulated sugar and whisk together until evenly colored (your sugar will be darker than the final macaron). Set aside and let dry (a few minutes). Whip egg whites until foamy, slowly add the granulated sugar, until they are glossy. Slowly fold the almond and sugar mixture into the whites with a wide spatula. The mixture should remain shiny and flow easily (hold a ribbon for ten seconds, I would say). Fill a pastry bag with the batter and pipe small rounds onto parchment lined baking sheets. Let the macarons rest for 20 minutes. Preheat the oven to 315°F (325°F at 8500 feet) and when they are ready, bake them for 12-15 minutes (12 minutes). Let cool, remove from the paper and fill with the ganache. Makes 35. If making small macarons (1-inch), bake for about 10 minutes.
  2. Place the chocolate in a medium sized bowl. Set aside. Heat the cream in a medium sized saucepan over medium heat. Bring just to a boil. Immediately pour the boiling cream over the chocolate and allow to stand for 5 minutes. Add the butter and stir with a whisk until smooth. Stir in almond extract. Let cool to room temperature. Fill a piping bag with the ganache.
  3. Pipe a dollop of ganache onto one macaron shell. Gently press a raspberry half into the center. Place the second macaron shell on top, making sure the ganache sticks to it. Repeat for the rest of the macarons.

If you are viewing this recipe in an aggregator (such as Tumblr’s dashboard) please visit Celebrate With Cake for more recipes.


Dear friends,

Prepare yourself because in T-minus 5 hours I will be leaving for Paris for New Years Day via the Folkstone Ferry from the UK and eating these amazing little bombs of awesome (as well as 500 different kinds of smelly cheeses and wines and “beef cheeks” and rabbit and whatever else I can get my grubby little hands on). I will be blowing up your computers with amazingly beautiful pictures of the food delicacies that I encounter.

Just sayin, fair warning.

Sincerely Me

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thedailywhat:

Afternoon Snack: Anko the French bulldog is quite the gourmand.

[seriouseats.]

Keep an eye out for this little guy because he soon will be mineeeee. 

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sarazucker:

style slicker, one of my favorite street style photographers, updated a pair of mittens with the easy addition of some fun buttons. i may steal this idea.

OH I loveeeeeeee this. 

sarazucker:

style slicker, one of my favorite street style photographers, updated a pair of mittens with the easy addition of some fun buttons. i may steal this idea.

OH I loveeeeeeee this. 

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This week in: My new favorite product that actually keeps you warm.
HOT WATER BOTTLES. 
Got this little baby for Christmas and uhmmm I will be refilling it all day. It’s like cuddling a warm flubber. 

This week in: My new favorite product that actually keeps you warm.

HOT WATER BOTTLES. 

Got this little baby for Christmas and uhmmm I will be refilling it all day. It’s like cuddling a warm flubber. 

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