So, my mom is amazingly cool and surprised me by sending three vegan sweets themed cookbooks in the mail. MOM YOU ARE FABULOUS! Also fabulous are the recipes. Ohmylanta, I've only dug in to Vegan Cookies Invade Your Cookie Jar, but I can't wait to try out recipes from the others! A huge hit in our house were the chocolate chip cookies (photos 2 and 3), but peanut butter blondies (photo 4, before going in to the oven) were a close second. The last photo is of a banana bread in muffin form from the Post Punk Kitchen's recipe archive, which I've blogged about before on my old cooking blog. An oldie but a goodie. We had an impromptu party Friday night and everyone, even that one boy terrified of the word 'vegan', declared the mufins "pretty good".
1. Coffee hair
3.) Mabes a smidge?
3.) Mabes a smidge?
I haven't dyed my hair in a year and three fourths. (Ought I get a cookie?) Listen. I had hair dye fever from eighteen on - pink, blue, yellow, orange, black, red, strawberry, you name it, I had it. Is this a remnant of my short-lived studded belt wearing phase? My affinity for the anime characters from Sailor Moon? My unintentional fulfilling of every stereotype of what an art student 'ought' to be? Not sure, guys and dolls. Regardless, I fried the holy bajeez out of my hair so that it's taken forever to grow out healthy and even worse, burned my scalp. So, when the hair dye fever set upon me one evening, in lieu of the ammonia, para-phenylenediamine, tetrahydro-6-nitroquinoxaline, coal tar, formaldehyde, and eugenol -- made up names for made up things -- I decided to dye my hair with some coffee. Brewed super duper dark. Cooled and rinsed multiple times into my hair in our lovely pink tile bath tub. While it didn't have the heft of those ratty chemicals, it did get a weensy bit browner while managing to bring out the blondey highlights a bit. It almost looks red in photos 2 and 3 which I believe is the result of the light bouncing off said pink tiles.. I plan on doing this once a week and observing the results. I've also switched to self made shampoo, lotion and face scrub, taking out those preservative, chemical laden things bit by small bit. Suck it, cancer givers. I don't wantcha.
( 1. Arthur thinks 'for shame Potato-face Manning, for shame, such churlish ways!', 2. Little snuggle buggle getting cozy pants slash oh muh gawd whattagame slash way to bring it gents.)
So this is the game my boyfriend decides to give his season tickets away? To "hang out" with me? OH MY GOD I AM SO SORRY, I SWEAR I WILL BEAR YOU BEAUTIFUL, HEALTHY CHILREN TO MAKE UP FOR THIS ATROCITY!(!!)
p.s. -- Beat the Bills this week. Seriously.
October 2nd, this past Saturday, the River City Gay Pride Parade cycled, stomped, danced and even roller skated through the streets of Riverside. While the long-faced officers of JSO held off traffic, Jesus, a handful of drag queens, individuals super psyched about their sexuality and more rainbows than I could ever count paraded their way from Metro to the Riverside Arts Market in the lovely gray of a Saturday afternoon. It was right around the corner from us and I watched with R's sister Erin (hi Erin! thanks for reading my blog!) pictured in the 8th photo down, rocking her gay pride flag. Erin and her fiancee Jess are having their commitment ceremony at the end of this month, congratulations girls :}