JUST SO YOU KNO…

JUST SO YOU KNOW – I’m starting a new blog, 2 years later. A funky and badass food blog at funkyfressh@wordpress.com 

Come visit in a couple days when that shit is running like a race horse.

Mooshi-mooshi!

Well hello old friends! (And perhaps a few new ones as well).

Where have I been for, what, one year? Least neglectful blogger right here.

Well, I moved to Philadelphia from Switzerland and have been studying for a degree in Art History. I’ve also been acting a lot – right now I’m working on 2 films with 3 auditions on the horizon for this week! More on that in the coming months. 🙂

I’ve started a brand-spankin-new blog over at blogspot – I hope to see your lovely faces around there! http://www.spiritlithified.blogspot.com and if you’re not already, you can follow me on Twitter at http://www.twitter.com/ansleyd123

My new blog is going to be a compilation of everything I love, so all you foodies out there can expect a few new kick ass recipes, style hounds, some new featured collections and outfits, music lovers, of course some new releases. Really, it shall be a schmorgasboard of awesomeness that will keep our souls free and wandering.

Crumpet Boy

By now you should expect an out of the blue post title, because they’re titled after the first phrase that comes to mind when I wake up. Today’s was a combination of Bugle Boy, and tea and crumpets. Well, at least that’s why my 99% awake mind is deciphering.

 

Today started with some coffee. Big surprise there.
With a whole wheat rusk. I’m just full of surprises today!

Then a ramekin of chilled watermelon with slivered almonds:

Refreshing and simple. That’s what I’m about. Then before I could talk myself out of it, I laced up my Nikes and went on a quick 3 mile run through the mountain paths, dodging raindrops, frogs and slugs.
I run my best when it’s slightly damp – does anyone else find that?

And really, what better feeling is there than relaxing on a big comfy chair, eating scrumptious oatmeal, after putting on clean clothes, after a crisp, cool shower, after a fast-paced, sweaty workout? Exactly. Not much else.

These would be stove-top, with banana, almond milk, cinnamon + cardamom + dash of salt. Toppings include puffed honey quinoa;

 

And a real surprise for your fine selves – a dollop of vegan vanilla frosting.
Yeah. I did. I so totally did.

And it was good.

The day goes by so quickly when you wake up at 12. Imagine that.

So, by this time I had surpassed a normal lunch time, but then again I’m not really normal. I had a not so normal lunch of soy yogurt, kiwi, almonds and homemade cardamom berry compote –

The berries were from central Switzerland, the yogurt from Northern Switzerland, and the perfectly ripe kiwis? New Zealand.

Dinner just happened. It just, happened. I didn’t know what to make. I was out of brain power. (Lounging around all summer can do that.) I just took out some ingredients, just heated up a wok, just whipped up a orange-soy sauce, and just threw everything in the wok, and just ate it.

And it was good.

Sometime in the day also came this –

And magically it was kicked up a few notches;

BAM! Take that you simple produce! Naw, actually, I’m perfectly capable of enjoying plain produce, but these suckas got some love. Mrs. Granny Smith dressed herself in raspberry jam, Mr. Cucumber some spicy salsa, and Dr. Bell Pepper was prescribed a dose of herb cottage cheese. 

And Cobrasnake style almonds;

Whellp, I’m off to read and make music. Adios muchachos y muchachas.

New blog in the works.

Stay tuned!

Tiger Nest

(Again, the phrase I woke up with in my head) Probably some combination of my dreams and the lyric “I’m the Indian in the cougar’s nest”.

I was looking through my old posts, being the proud son of a gun (daughter of a rifle?) I am, and noticed it’s been a long while since I’ve done a post with all my eats for a day. A normal day. Of eating. This is a food blog, afterall.

Here we gooooo:

Woke up, and started with a cup o’ frothy jo:

Not the best photo of my coffee, but you can deal. After gettin’ some thaaangs done like picking a meal plan (holla atcha alternative plan #!) ((There’s also a Whole Foods AND a TJ’s within a few miles of campus…. HELLZZYEAHHH)) and other meanial chores, me belly was singing to me.

In went yogurt + berries + lemon curd

Yeah, I said lemon curd.

And to properly harmonize the lemon theme of breakfast, a freshly baked lemon-poppyseed muffin

  

With more fresh lemon curd, because that would just be ridonkulous to skip it.

After a quick run and a shower, and of course exploring the food blog universe, I made some egg white omelettes.

In muffin form. Gotta’ make my meals flow harmoniously, yo. I chopped some zucchini, red onion and bell pepper and put it in the bottoms of a few muffin tins, then poured the egg white + Franks + milk mixture atop, baked for 15 mins, topped with Edam cheese, and devoured. Oh, some EVOO and S+P may have been in there.

Had a strawberry + banana + brown rice protein + oat smoothie too. Can you tell I have a thing for breakfast foods?

For dinner I made a bowl of love –

With some tofu dogs that got the schneike broiled out of ’em

With copious amounts of Carribian Jerk seasoning. Which explains the decorative umbrella.

And these.

These little cuties are conspiring. To plan their day under the hot sun of the Carribean.

 

Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle. One of them got so uncomfortably hot that the only way I could rescue him was to cool him off in the glass of Alsacian White –

That’s an ice cube. I told you he was hot, you didn’t believe me?

Then I found my way to the chocolate drawer, some tea and a good book.

Mockba

 

So, my friends. I promised you a Moscow re-cap, so a Moscow re-cap you’ll have.
I’m going to keep it simple. Just a few of my favourites.
Let the pictures speak.

 

 

The Caged Bird Sings to Me

Yes, another phrase I woke up with.

First up diese morgen? Kaffee.

I raced out the door to make it to my French final on time. Before I left I literally threw some yogurt and almonds down my throat.

I definitely loved my outfit today,

BOO! Up close and personal for yeh.
What do I love about it? Well, I’m the ultimate clashy-mcClashister. Navy blue Cleveland Indians tee, darker  blue linen shorts, and a BLACK Team Love hoodie. Ooooh, scandalous. I loved every clashing, eye-gouging, too-similar-of-a-colour-pallete-y minute of it.

Then I got my rays on. Well, yeah ok my turquoise Ray Bans, but then I went to the lake for a few and got some natural rays. Yeahh that pale blob in the picture above is no more.

Then eventually I ate lunch,

While eyeing some sweet places to stop on my road trip through France after I grad-jew-ate. (Saturday!) Heehawww. This bed of leaves was holdin’ up some cucumbas, 3 sliced olives with garlic in the center, sliced almonds, bell pepper and salsa. And a generous helping of Caribbean Jerk seasoning.

Then came a snack, follwed by a nappity nap.

Wasa, (wasssaaappp!) cucumbas, bell peppahs, and hummus + Frankity Franks. Peeking in the right corner is my Grad announcement – Check out my school –

 

Isn’t it great? It’s an old Victorian home. Tiny tiny. My French class last year was in an old supply closet.  How Cinderella of me!

Eh, I don’t have really much more interesting things to share. Meh, dinner was veggies and tofu. Whoofrickitywhoo. Actually, it was indeed quite tasty, but I dint take no pictchas.

Here’s a little preview of Moscow –

I AM DEATHLY AFRAID OF BEARS AND YOU CAN SEE IT ON MY FACE

His paw was really heavy. One swipe and I’d be toast.

OH! AND MY LITTLE BABIES! I’m using my Twitter page again –

www.twitter.com/ansleyd123

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I Dream in Cats

So, I’ve been off living life. I was in Moscow for a few days, and have been enjoying a relatively blank schedule. Of course, a kid like me fills it up.

Oh, and I woke up this morning thinking “I dream in cats”. Not “I dream OF cats” or “I dream ABOUT cats” or even “I dream WITH cats” but “I dream IN cats”. Like all of my dreams are composed of various cats. I’m still trying to figure it out. I didn’t even dream about cats. I was actually a dragon, getting married to another dragon on top of a pointy mountain. Oh the dreams of Ansley.

Anyway. After contemplating morphing into a dragon for life, I moved on.

I went absolutely CRAZY and had 2 zweiback crisps with my coffee.

Jokes. I normally have 3 with ma cafe chaque matin.

Then I had a loverly breakfast of banananananananer, pliz-ane yogurt, flax, almonds, cinna-ya-mon, and honey.

  

This looked oddly bare. Sadly insipid. Horribly humdrum, and overall wasn’t exciting my palette.

Until he came along.

Oh yes boys and girls. It’s no surprise that almond butter spices up. Home-made it is. Cinnamon honey flavoured this is. Delicious it was.

Like any other homosapien, I was hungry again.

Unformed chickens, scrambled with copious amounts of Franks, cottage cheese, salt and pepper. With a ‘mater and some wasas.

Did I really just write unformed chickens? Pahaha. My mind works oddly.

I ate it with some lovin’ on a braeburn apple.

 

After an eventful day of sewing and cheeeeelin’, I flipped on the grill. These veggies got a makeover.

Before:

After:

While they were a’cookin’ away, I enjoyed the scenery off our balcony –

Too bad you can’t see the Alps on the left, they’re really quite breathtaking. Kinda pretty.

I ate the beauties with some toe-food, (my little cousin Rae called tofu that when she was just learning to speak, and, hey, it’s completely stuck.)

Oh yeah, want to see my sweet grad dress?

 

 

 

It’s a vintage Nina Ricci I found in Zurich. Of course, this is just the dress. The full outfit I have planned is fabulous.

 

I’ll keep you in suspense. 😛

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And that’s all for now. I should let you know that I have a new blog in the works. I’m broadening my horizons, folks. Hope you like it. And if you don’t, well you can go eat worms.

But you’ll probably like it so you won’t have to eat the slimy earthlings.

More details to come.

Wiederleuge, tchuss!

Goblin.

Remember my post Nori Maki? Where I said that I like to write down the first word that comes to mind when I wake up? No? Well, I did. And I do. And today’s word? Goblin. It’s a good word, Goblin. Takes the mind to interesting places.

Moving on. In my last post, I said I’d come back with answers. And answers I have.

This August, I’ll be moving to Philadelphia. Why? Oh, I don’t know. Perhaps, a little school called Villanova University could have something to do with it? 🙂 I’m stoked. Any bloggers in the Philly area? Hollaaaa.

Okay, so backing up a few weeks. *blushes for not updating* I went to Boston, Minneapolis and Philly. It was yoga bliss in Minnesota- I visited my Grandma and Grandpa who have a cabin on the St. Croix –

 

And on a dock that overlooks the water, I yoga’d it up. Too often?  Psh, yeah right.

I took this on the eve of my last night in the States. Gettin’ one last look at the water before I went off to pack in my so present state of mind-

Had a couple of these throughout the days –

Yep, that would be some lovely honey oat bread with raw almond butter. It was the bottom of the jar, so I got all the chewy goodness.

Sometimes it turned into this –

Open faced Ab&J sandwich, the J being blueberry.

Oh, and since I can’t find half the things so many bloggies rave about here in Swissland, I was SO excited to find this –

WAHHHH! I’m so behind the times. I got Cosmic Cranberry. I twisted off the cap as soon as I checked out and it fizzed all over me. That’s when I smelled it. I thought maybe it had expired. But nope, it still had a good life left. So I took a sip. And checked the expiration date again. Nope, I read it correctly the first time. I took another sip. Not as shocking as the first. I continued to sip away, smacking my lips after each slurp, until I had drank an entire inch. I was proud.

Halfway through the day, half of it was in my belly. So, I think with other flavours this relationship that got off to such a rocky start could blossom into something lovely. I guess we’ll find out in August.

Oh, and I also did something about 30 years out of style. I shredded. And it kicked my ass.

I’ve been doing a lot of sewing –

I made a mango chutney dish, with brown rice pasta, veggies and red beans. I decided it was time some New ‘Awleans red beans met India. With a few salty roasted almonds on top. It was muy bien.

And also, I have AP’s this week, and really no classes. Ok, I lie, about one a day. Oh, my life is so hard. Expect to see a lot more of me. Okay? OK.

Over and out.

Zombies + Toitles.

Thinking of you my dear bloggies! It’s been a whirl-wind of a trip. I absolutely LOVED Boston! I’m in Minneapolis now, Chicago tomorrow, Philly until Sunday, then I’ll be home to lovely Swiss land Monday.

This week in Minnesota has been pure yoga bliss. Pictures to come with my return!

Love you, bluebirds.

PS – My titles is pronounced “toyt-oles”. You know, like our good friend the zombie kid, at the zombie fest. He likes turtles.

And so do I.