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

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.

Decisions to Make, Directions to Take

 

All mainly to do with this lovely blog that has been mi casa for nearly a year.  I’m not sure what direction to take it in – do I continue my theme of love for coffee + krisprolls?

 

And healthy vegetarian fare, like grainy-mustard crusted tofu?

My affinity for old cookbooks and baking?

 

Capturing Oakley getting repremanded?

My growing love for all things vintage, as well as a newfound enjoyment of modeling?

 

Unfortuantely I’m only 5′6 and would probably have to lost an obscene amount of weight just to make a living.

ANYWAY, I also have to decide where to go to school next year – out of 8 schools that accepted me.

It’s between 3 now – Villanova, Northeastern and Elon.

So, if you have and advice, input, ideas, comments, questions, answers, opinions, please don’t hesitate to do so. I love all of cou, and will be back soon. Hopefully with some answers. 

Melted

 

I hate running late, absolutely loathe being rushed. And this morning? Exactly that. Fortunately I had a break between classes so I came home and got a shower in, as well as having the time to savour a delicious macchiato.

This may be my new favourite coffee shot…

Anyway, after my English Language/Composition and Francais 4, I lunched.

In attempt to counter the high-strung morning, I had a melty sandwich,

And devoured it, despite trying to feel mellow and smelty. Smelty? Not exactly the word I was looking for, but I’ll take it. A layer of basil tomato sauce, a sliced Quorn filet, yellow bell pepper, pickle and mild Emmental.

To keep it company in the belly I paired it with a salad of sorts – cucumber, tomato, parsley, gala apple, yellow pepper and a few dried cranberries.

 

I have a new beverage obsession. When I lived in the States it was Pom Tea, (Peach flavour, holla!), and here, its this lightly flavoured carbonated water.

It has 9 plant extracts – ready? Ok, here we go -

1. Acai
2. Hibiscus
3. Birch Leaves
4. Mulberry Leaves
5. Elderberry Flowers
6. Coriander
7. Dandelion
8. Calendula
9. Juniper

 

 

The flavours aren’t over-powering, they’re just present enough to gently touch your tastebuds. Rafraichissant!

After a big of errand running, I hit the yoga mat. It was a pretty good class, but the teacher talked a bit too much of ‘celebrating the differences of bones in your body, in your hands and feet’ and to ‘celebrate the fact that you’re able to do this pose, you’re here, you’re tangible’. I don’t mind centering banter like this, but it was a bit much for me. It was an hour class, and I was starving when I was done.

I came upstairs and ANNIHILATED a beautifully tender mango.

Yeah. I bought two. They’ll probably be gone tomorrow. Hopefully I won’t be as famished when I eat it, so I’ll have more time to take some better photos.

Have a nice day, bloggies!

Scrambled

 

Nope, still not me.

 

My breakfast, of course. With the Financial Times,

A slice of toast, Parm, and a glass of Sanguine Orange juice,

  

Pulpy and tangy. A mug of Earl Grey was also in line to get into my belly,

With a small Rusk, getting soggier and lovelier by the second.

A few hours later came a fresh bowl of ‘naner, pineapple and strawberries.

Which turned into this;

All thank to the addition of some yogurt, pom seeds, spelt puffs, ground flax and a dollop of cottage cheese.

Wait, shh, what is that?! Do you hear it? SHHHH!

Ah, man.
It’s my Econ book. Ughhhh.

Bye bloggies. (:

Toasted

 

No, It’s not me that’s toasted… Today, anyway.

KIDDING!

Woke up this morning to a nice mug of Guatemala blend and a Krisproll,

Then got cracking away on my studies. Fortunately I didn’t have any classes today, so a leisurely review of my AP materials was in order. Just the way I like it.

After I’d had enough of MPS, the Multiplier, Ben Bernanke and other Macroeconomic activities, I made perhaps the most wonderful food ever.

Toast.

With St. Dalfour wild blueberry preserves,

It’s rich, with just a touch of sweetness. I absolutely love how the berries stain everything they touch. When I’m not wearing white, of course.

See how it just seeps into the towel? That dollop wasn’t on there for more than a few seconds. Beautiful.

One simply nutty, the other covered in a lovely layer of said preserves.

With a spot of Earl Grey,

Who came together with the simple slice to harmonize,

Mmm. Grudgingly I got back to Macro, but then was distracted by my super model of a dog, enjoying the lake breeze in the balcony -

   

She’s got the ‘I’m-too-beautiful-to-look-at-the-camera-directly” look down, don’t-cha think?