Summer eats and treats
1. Portobello mushrooms and summer squash
2. Trinkets and my favorite summer scent, Chanel Chance
3. Weeknights at home with bougie candles
4. Morellis Ice Cream (raspberry and chip)
Summer eats and treats
1. Portobello mushrooms and summer squash
2. Trinkets and my favorite summer scent, Chanel Chance
3. Weeknights at home with bougie candles
4. Morellis Ice Cream (raspberry and chip)
I’ve been reminiscing about last summer and my little home on the other side of Euclid Avenue with the lime and turquoise green walls. Always mindful of the question, “What makes a house a home?”
For posterity, I have to make note of the following about my first home in Atlanta:
Last night I started covering my walls with Polaroids that have hung proudly in at least 5 other different homes. It was like seeing an old familiar friend. I’m in search of a very large map to cover a wall in my living room. It needs to be at least 6 feet long. Anyone know where I could find this?
More importantly I have a killer pool. If anyone is in search of a summer pool to hop, message me. I don’t have a pool companion for the summer as I have high qualifying expectations.
“Love is a temporary madness, it erupts like volcanoes and then subsides. And when it subsides, you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion, it is not the desire to mate every second minute of the day, it is not lying awake at night imagining that he is kissing every cranny of your body. No, don’t blush, I am telling you some truths. That is just being “in love”, which any fool can do. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident.
Last week I went to Salvation Army and grabbed a handful of frames with matting. I recycled over 10 of them by tearing apart the custom framing. The total cost was $46.00 (thanks half off white tag sales!).
I finally framed my Estevan Oriol print, my Crooked Fingers poster, a handful of my tattoo carbons I’d held onto and other keepsake family photos. I have a massive wall in my loft space. It will most likely take years before it’s covered, but I’m okay with slowly framing my way up.
Saturday I made my first visit to Paradise Gardens during the annual Finster Fest in Summerville, Georgia. Rev. Howard Finster is the creator of Paradise Gardens, a product of his folk art and a museum of symbolic sculptures and structures.
At 16 Howard was called to preach. He built several churches and held many tent revivals. The story is told that he gave up preaching because one Sunday night he asked who remembered his Sunday morning sermon. No one did.
He began Paradise Gardens around ’61 before he had a vision to do sacred art. In 76’ he was rubbing paint onto a bicyle with his fingers. He saw the image of a face on the end of his finger and had a vision. A voice told Howard to do sacred art. He replied that he couldn’t do art because he wasn’t a professional. The voice asked him repeatedly, “How do you know?” - Howard Finster Biography
I struggle with the same question in my creative endeavors. I can’t do XYZ because I am not a professional. What inspires me about Finster is that he was an ordinary man called to create for a divine purpose. He did extraordinary things by allowing his passion to consume him.
Finster designed album covers for R.E.M. and Talking Heads. In 1996 the Coca-Cola Company commissioned Finster to paint an eight-foot Coke bottle to represent the United States in an art exhibit for the 1996 Olympic Games.
As I walked through the gardens it was clear that he loved freely and lived simple. I feel strongly that this is how one should go about living to enjoy the fullest of lives.
For all your Coca-Cola loyalists - Finster built a small house made entirely of Coke bottles, a drink he said God made. This is a shared sentiment. Concerning soda preference, for me it will always be all things Coca-Cola with no room for debate.
His drawings of Coke bottles feature slogans such as “Some people would stand on their heads all day for a cold Coke,” “Drink Coke—Drive Home Sober,” and “There are no Cokes in Hell.”
In closing, the secret to a good life - love freely, live simply and drink lots of Coke.
Inn at the Crossroads is a Game of Thrones cooking blog. Let me repeat that. Inn at the Crossroads is a Game of Thrones cooking blog.
Sunday nights are reserved for a standing dinner to celebrate the newly aired episode of Game of Thrones. Earlier in the week my dear (and fellow Game of Throne enthusiast) friends came over to make two recipes from the Inn at the CrossRoads blog.
The menu included: Honeyed Chicken, White Beans and Bacon, King Slayer Spears (which is what we’re calling Asparagus) and “Where Are My Dragons” Rhubarb pie with vanilla ice cream.
Personally, the white beans and bacon stole the show. If you’re ambitious, here are recipes organized by region from Game of Thrones. NERD ALERT. NERD ALERT. NERD ALERT. Also noteworthy - my friends recommended the AV Club’s Game of Thrones for Newbies, since I have yet to read the books!
I went again this year to the Inman Park Tour of Homes. The tour of homes (during Inman Park Fest) is in its 41st year! I’m always inspired to see the time, patience and love people put into making their house a home. Later this month on May 19 and 20 is the 10th annual Tour of Homes at the Kirkwood Spring Fling. Very interested in attending this and soaking up as much inspiration as possible! Forever I love Atlanta!
My favorite friend Chris Stalcup and the Grange played a benefit show last weekend at Faces Lounge (a bar most certainly representative of how Atlanta really exists in an imaginary universe suspended in time but simultaneously participatory in modern day affairs).
Despite a 40+ hour work week, he’s found the time to record a beautiful album and play out as much as possible. Love creative friends and creative friends helping creative friends. Did I mention I love creative friends?
A few years ago lost (by lost I mean, left sitting at a coffee shop accidentally) my canon. While I was saving cash to buy it back, I found it fetching to tote around this cheap CVS 35 mm film camera. At the time CVS was offering a lifetime of free film as long as you use the camera.
I used this thing all the damn time. I kept it in my purse, or left it sitting at the bar, the pool - didn’t matter. Being uninhibited allowed me to quickly capture the moment. I was able to enjoy it instead of primping and prodding to stage it, thus removing myself from the moment itself.
I get a kick out of the comments on SongMeanings. I think looking up songs on this site is easily one of the most enjoyable Internet pastimes. This song to me reminds me of that feeling you get when you’ve met someone new. According to the comment section of Cinnamon by The Long Winters, it’s a song about German militants who’s love story has taken an unfortunate turn for the worst.