More Nake-id Faves



Don't you find it cheering to think about things you love...even if they are things? Like how a new skein of sock yarn might spark an idea--like a pencil skirt? Put your pins-of-a-certain-age in tights and rock it, baby! Or the taste of something exquisite in a restaurant might push you to try something new at home. (Who doesn't need another bottle of flavored balsamic? I mean, really.)

Take the item pictured above. When I first saw one of the baublicious belt buckles, I was shameless, "Did you make more?" I asked.

Whipping out her iPhone, Stephanie displayed the fruits of her fused-glass endeavors and I selected this pretty thing. Will be augmenting it with it with this.

Some other fun things to turn your head this weekend:

Life. Changing. Frosting. Coined by the above mentioned Stephanie. (Scroll down until you reach Cardamon Rose Cupcake.)

Reading. Newly committed. (Until the next plate of lox. People, it's a process.)

Can't wait.

Meditating. And snoring. (Another process.)

Whoops. (But on sale! And vegan.)

Vintage knitting time sink. Surf at your own risk. (Thanks Kelly!)

Speaking of age...

Fabulous. Iced.

Need to catch up on.

What's on your love list this week?

Ciao, Bellas!



The coolest birthday gift

Our Aunt Shelley, who had the bummest liver ever, received the gift of a healthy new organ on my birthday. There are still many questions and much healing to come, but it appears she's taken to her new liver beautifully.

As a family, we are mindful that the donor is no longer with us and that the donor's friends and family are grieving, while we are feeling hopeful and full of thanks. The donor's loved ones should know that Shelley is a much-needed, much-loved member of her immediate and extended families, someone who is full of humor, energy, love and curiosity.

When I first met her more than 20 years ago, she took me shopping--as is her way--and I asked Shelley, who's a therapist, "How do you know, if he's the one (speaking of Mr. Nake-id)?"

There was no, "Oh, you'll know" or mystical soul mate rhetoric. She just said, "You don't. You never know. You just do it, work at it and hope for the best."

I did know, though. I knew that I belonged with not just Mitch but also his family. I am blessed to have two loving, supportive and spirited families, and over the years, Shelley has been a big part of the hijinks on Mr. Nake-id's side.

Please send a prayer Shelley's way and to the family and friends of her donor. And take a moment to check your organ donor status, if you've made that very personal choice, and register if you that's your inclination.

It can make the difference between another birthday and none.

Nake-id faves

I adore love lists, they're a great way to learn about delicious reads, eats, knits, beauty potions, films, exhibits and naught indulgences.

Some recent faves:

Absolute Bliss, currently on sale at Natural Grocers. Non-dairy, life-changing. We're mad for the stuff.

Pick up Potok. Adored this novel, which brilliantly illuminates a much-misunderstood people.

Blog envy. Here. Here. And here. The food. The photography. The writing. Go play.

Recently intrigued.

Newly appreciating. Such lovely, clean patterns. Want to knit this and this. Maybe this, too.

Need more time to plumb. So many classes, so little time.

Can't make it and heartsick.

Anxiously awaiting.


Dying to see. Because of Rome. And Woody Allen. And Alec Baldwin.

Ready for the weekend. Carpe, carpe diem.


Sock yarn for shawls

The project: Mizzle Shawl by Patricia Martin

Techniques: Counting, yarn overs, ribbing

The yarn: Sleep Season Sock, one skein, available at Wild Yarns

Absolutely loving it. For about $25 bucks, you get the perfect little shoulder cover. Ideal for over-air-conditioned offices and late summer date nights. And I'm teaching it in August. Call Kelly at WY for details.

Ciao, Bellas!

Vegan Peach Zucchini Bread recipe

This is what we had in the house when Nake-id IT indicated a desire for something sweet. Being that kind of wife, I got busy immediately. It didn't hurt that there was writing to avoid, either.

Peach bread is a family favorite and one of the few recipes that came with me into the marriage. Take it with a grain of Himalayan Sea Salt:

Cream togrthrr two eggs, 1/2 cup shortening and 1 1/2 cups sugar (reduce to one cup if using canned peaches. Add two cups mashed peaches, two cuops flour, one tsp cinnamon, 1 tsp baking powder, 1 tsp baking soda and 1/4 tsp salt. Add 1 tsp vanilla, 1/2 cup chopped nuts. Bake at 350 for about 40 minutes in a greased loaf pan.

Here's the new age version (adapted from Hell Yeah It's Vegan):

3 tbsp chia seeds whisked into ½ c + 1 tbsp warm water*
½ c neutral-flavored oil
1 1/2 cups pureed jarred peaches
1 cup organic cane sugar
1 tsp vanilla
1 cup grated zucchini
1½ c all-purpose flour
1½ c whole wheat flour
1 tsp salt
1 tbsp baking soda
1 tsp baking powder
1 tbsp cinnamon


Preheat oven to 350 degrees F. Grease two loaf pans.

Mix wet ingredients in one bowl, dry in another. Then combine, stirring until combined. Spoon into loaf pans.

Just one more way to squash an over abundance of zucchini.

Zappa finished

Belongs on a fancy design blog, don't you think?

Certainly one of a kind.

Yarn: Imperial Stock Ranch Columbia 2-Ply and Rowan British Breeds Undyed Chunky

Pillow insert: 18" feather

The veg narcissist

This article hit home. In the last year, we've become those people, the obnoxious couple nobody knows how to feed. This statement particularly rankled: “Like a lot of chefs, I’m convinced that these diets are not always the results of the compromised immune systems of American diners, but their growing infantilism and narcissism."


Since we've gone veg for health reasons, we can't stand on the we-did-it-for-the-animals soapbox, though that's a not-insignificant plus. We also can't say we did it for environmental reasons, though arguably, less resources go to our care and feeding. Nope, it's all about us.

Or is it?

I get the foodie argument; food is one of the great pleasures. But does relying on meat make you a better cook or one who lacks industry and imagination?

Having spent the last year slicing, dicing and bleeding and variously failing and triumphing in pursuit of the flavorful vegan meal, I can say without hesitation that it's a lot more work than throwing a piece of chicken on the grill.

Yes, I'm bristling about the narcissim shot, but there's no judgment here for meat eaters. Really. We spent five decades loving ribs and hamburgers and fresh salmon, and in certain circumstances, continue to enjoy these things. Humans are omnivores. We succeeded as a species because of our dietary flexibility. But we are not carnivores. We don't need meat three times a day; we may not even need it three times a week. Who knows?

What we are is diverse. We have witnessed friends transform after giving up gluten. We've dropped pounds by eschewing meat (not that Nake-id IT needed to, good gravy, the man's a string bean). Other friends have thrived as Paleos.

In Colorado, dietary splintering has long been a fact of life. Almost 20 years ago, we included a vegetarian menu option at our wedding to accommodate veg friends and largely kosher family members. Today when we have guests, we often include a meat dish in the spirit of inclusivity but don't expect others to do likewise unless they're up for the adventure.

Does that make us narcissists? Or bad vegetarians?

The best exotic marigold outfits

The former critic in me would find much to fuss about in this film, except that it's so darned winning. How can you not want happily ever afters for well-meaning white colonialists in the aftermarket of their lives? (OK, I'll stop.)

And on a summer afternoon with the temperatures flirting with triple digits, this Hollywood-by-way-of-Pinehurst film was such a tonic. And you could do worse than spend a couple of hours with these fine actors. Not to mention the clothes.

Judi Dench looks as cool as a dewy plum, doesn't she? This young lady does a fabulous blog post on Best Exotic Marigold Hotel style and includes links to flowy Indian imports.

These appealing loose tops are called kurta or kurtis. They come in an enormous array of colors and proportions and tend to be beautifully forgiving. Check out this lovely (quick, how much is 1,000 rupees?)

I'll leave you dreaming of cold drinks, silk scarves and gauze prints.

Sliding into the weekend: Beet sliders

Life hands us few absolutes, but here's one:

Everything tastes better on a slider bun.

Take beets. Lovely with arugula and walnuts. But divine on a roll just the right size to accommodate two or three slices and some Green Goddess Dressing.

The recipe was a request from Nake-id IT, who spied it on Diners, Drive-Ins and Dives.

Since mayonnaise is sauce non grata in the Nake-id cucina, I adapted the Green Goddess Dressing thusly:

1 whole avocado

1 bunch fresh tarragon

1/2 bunch Italian parsley

1/4 bunch green onions, trimmed

3ish Tbs fresh lemon juice

4ish Tbs white wine vinegar

4ish Tbs water

1/4 cup olive oil

salt and pepper

Blend everything. (I ended up in a fight with our mixer, which was too large to accommodate the ingredients and did half a job. Opt for a small blender container or mini food processor.)

Create your slider. We used Costco's pretzel bread slider buns. Down one or a dozen.

For another take on the veggie slider, try BBQ'd portobello mushrooms with grilled onions and arugula. The sauce is so good you'll be tempted to moisturize with it.

Anyway, that's the big excitement here. What's up by you?

Cut a rug: Crochet rag rugs

Not entirely in love with the final product, but that's more a function of my skills and color choices than the medium. (And, yes, those toes are desparately in need of a polish rerefresh.)

Now that I've learned that shredding fabric isn't the nightmare I'd imagined (boring but easily done), I hope to shred a few more targeted items (Nake-id IT better lock up the t-shirts) and take a page from Erika Knight's wonderful Comforts of Home and knit up one or two.