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Seven (and a Half) Years. 1 Mar 2017 10:34 AM (8 years ago)

July 4th, my official SF-versary, was spent on high on Percocet, eating pan-fried hot dogs, and watching Independence Day with Gabe. Four days after my shoulder surgery, I was in no place to reflect on my past year in San Francisco. And then, time got away from me. You know how some people say “oh! I don’t know where the time went!” and you roll your eyes and think “sure. sure.” Well, I don’t know where the time went. This past fall was full of travel, shoulder recovery, crazy busy times at work, the holidays, more travel, hours spent with my physical therapists, basically, it went fast. And lo and behold, it’s 2017.

Which means I’m combining this post with my annual “More and Less” post. You know, because I can’t actually count on myself to post regularly.

Anyway, let’s talk about year seven (and a half). First, seven (and a half) years. I can’t actually believe I’ve been in San Francisco this long. I simultaneously think of this city like it’s the back of my hand and a complete stranger at the same time. I’ve been here long enough at this point to see how the city has evolved. For better and for worse.

There are a lot more “tech bros” here now. It’s absurdly expensive to live. Colorful nooks and crannies of the city are becoming more and more gentrified. And the people moving in aren’t always so appreciative of San Francisco’s culture and history. There are more people here just wanting to make a buck (or a million) than before, and that has definitely changed the feel of the city. Sometimes it feels like it’s an “us vs. them” mentality — a constant battle of who knows best. Then again, who am I to talk. I work at a large tech company, make good money, and live right in the heart of downtown SF.

The influx of newcomers into the city has certainly made me think about and appreciate what I do love about living here. The culture, the people, the diversity, the trendy spots, and the gritty bits. Especially the gritty bits. Perhaps Julie and Gabe have rubbed off on me with their hipster ways, but more and more, I prefer the not-yet-discovered hangouts over the posh new finds.

This past year has felt a lot like settling in. One of the hardest part of living in San Francisco is building and keeping good, strong friendships. I’ve talked about how transient this city is and that makes it very hard to maintain a solid “girl group.” But, it’s oh so important to have friendships that feel like home. And this year, I feel incredibly fulfilled with the relationships and friendships in my life. From face masks to concerts to dinner parties to watching sports to lounging around in yoga pants, the girls (and the boys) have filled a hole I didn’t even know existed. And for that, I’m thankful.

This yearly recap wouldn’t be complete without a mention of my other half. My lady soulmate. My shoulder to cry on, closet-sharing, real-talking, truth-bombing, total badass Fempress of a bestie, Julie. This year would not have been the same without her. You know those people who just make you a better person, who lift you up and inspire you and encourage you to be the absolute best version of yourself? Those people who push you out of your comfort zone in a way that helps you grow as a human? Who just feel like a magical extension of yourself that you don’t know how you’ve gotten this far without them? Well, she is that to me, and I couldn’t be more grateful to have her in my life.

I know I say this in every year’s post, but this past year was full of so many great memories. Tahoe trips with friends and (thanks to my shoulder surgery) we moved our annual father/daughter fishing trip to Cali this year and hiked our hearts out. Loads of dinners, double dates, group dates, girls nights, eating at all the places. Europe trips — Copenhagen, Stockholm, London, Munich. My college roommate got married (and I threw a pretty epic bachelorette party in Austin). Brandon came to visit, mom came to visit, Dad and I went to Tahoe (as I mentioned).

I spent the vast majority of the months of May and June panicking about my surgery (seriously). I faced a huge fear and actually went through with my shoulder surgery. If there’s one big personal accomplishment of mine this year, that’s it.

Gabe graduated and got a job!!! And I seriously couldn’t be more proud of him. It has changed our relationship and lives in many ways, and has only made us stronger. He is my rock and my holy goofball and I’m so happy to be a part of his journey to professional life!

Looking back at my calendar from this past year, I have at least a dozen invites to “World Domination” or “Planning Sesh” with Julie. This year was about thinking ahead and being intentional, that’s for sure.

There were loads of 30th birthday parties (mine included in January). Outside Lands was attended whilst in a sling (so that was interesting). But, the music was off the charts this year. From seeing Animal Collective out in the woods, to St. Lucia (for the dozenth time), it was definitely a good year for jamming out.

Now, probably the biggest highlight of the year was Hawaii. I know, I know, I still need to write that blog post (and I will, someday), but it was the absolute most magical vacation I’ve been on. Gabe and I spent 10 days in Hawaii — 5 on Oahu and 5 on Kauai. I didn’t check email — heck, I didn’t even bring my work phone. All we did was lay at the beach, hike, drink lava flows, explore, eat exorbitant amounts of sushi and shave ice, watch incredible sunsets, go to sleep early, devour lilikoi, and just be together. It was the first “real” vacation we’ve been on and it was perfection.

After the Hawaii trip in October, the rest of 2016 is a blur. Not 48 hours after returning home with a Hawaiian tan, I left for Munich, then London. Then mom visited, then a weekend in Monterey, then it was Thanksgiving (and my BFF’s 30th Birthday SURPRISE!!) in Colorado, then New York City to speak at a conference, then Sonoma for a beautiful wedding, then Phoenix for Christmukkah, and then, before I knew it, birthday celebrations began (which warrants its own post that will happen eventually). WHEW! Needless to say, I’m in need of a nap.

Now, in between all of that travel, something else happened. Something that has rattled me (and many, many others). We elected a new president of the United States. I’m not going to get political here because that’s not my intention with this blog. But I will say that while I’m very afraid for our future, I’ve never felt more woke. I’ve never been more educated on the politics and government of our country. I’ve never really even talked about politics with my family or friends. It’s more than just reading and learning — I’m also fired up and ready to go — to take action for what I believe is right vs. wrong, not conservative vs. liberal.

Which brings me to the final section of this incredibly long annual (and a half) recap. It’s 2017. In fact, one month of 2017 is already behind me. So, what do I want more and less of this year?

More patience

Shoulder Surgery Update: One Week 8 Jul 2016 1:31 PM (8 years ago)

I can’t believe it’s been one week since my shoulder surgery. It simultaneously feels like yesterday and a month ago. It’s funny how weirdly the days go by when you’re literally doing nothing.

The surgery went well. I was a nervous wreck (surprise!), and it didn’t help that the surgery before me was delayed so we were sitting in the pre-op room for over an hour longer than we should have been. Finally, Gabe turned on the TV (hey, Powerpuff Girls!) so we wouldn’t have to listen to the clock tick.

Aside from the waiting, the IV and the nerve block were the worst parts for me. Once I was out, I was out. Two tiny incisions, three screws (which I’m still working on naming), some internal sewing, and about 6 (maybe?) external stitches later, I was done. Apparently, the first thing I told my doctor when I came out of anesthesia was, “I can’t believe I went to sleep! I’m such a control freak!” As far as I know, that’s the funniest thing I said while under anesthesia. Sorry to disappoint.

The first few days were (and still are) a blur. I really don’t remember much other than being absurdly uncomfortable sleeping and being determined to do my exercises. I stopped taking pain meds on day three and I couldn’t have been happier to at least get some of my mind back. Still not firing at full power, but I’m getting there.

So, here’s what I’ve learned in my first week of recovery.

I have an amazing boyfriend. Gabe has done such an amazing job taking care of me. Making sure I’m as comfortable as I can be. Helping me eat and sleep and learn to live left-handed. He’s been an incredible cheerleader while I’m doing my exercises. He’s dealt with my occasional snapping (not at him, but out of frustration). He’s helped me relax and not push myself too hard. I understand I am one difficult person to take care of (sometimes I’m too independent for my own damn good), and he has just been exceptional. I couldn’t be any luckier to have him as my partner through all of this. #sapattack

Everything takes longer. Every. Thing. I’m so used to moving at 100 mph, multi-tasking, getting things done left and right. Welp, I’m coming to terms with the fact that I have to slooooowwww down. I can’t multi-task. Getting dressed takes longer. Showering takes longer. Eating takes way longer. It’s been both a frustrating and humbling experience. Maybe I don’t need to rush through everything. I’m trying to find enjoyment in taking my time. The truth is, my body is multi-tasking and I need to make sure all my energy is going into healing.

Preparing helped immensely. I’m pretty sure I couldn’t have been more prepared if I had tried. And now, one week later, I’m so thankful. Every YouTube video I watched, every question I asked friends and family, every post/article I read, helped me get through this week with minimal surprises.

Most importantly, I can do this. Every day is easier, better. Every day I feel more and more “normal.” Yes, wearing a sling sucks. Duh. I am uncomfortable, but not in pain. My body is a miraculous thing and my left arm/hand has really stepped up to the plate. I’m adapting and I’m adjusting.

I’m still learning things. Like, how can you put your hair in a ponytail with one hand?! Wearing a coat is weird. I’m very glad I have plenty of slip-on shoes. Cutting up food? Not gonna happen. I’m learning it’s okay that the one big thing I accomplished many days was walking to Walgreens or taking a shower. I am just tired. all. the. time. This past week has most definitely been an exercise in letting go, being kind to myself, and giving in. I’ll need to practice these exercises in the coming weeks, too.

I’m so lucky to be surrounded by so much support and love. Friends and family (and even some strangers!) have sent well wishes, beautiful flowers, snack boxes, text message check-ups, cards, emails, grilled cheese sandwiches I barely remember, an ice machine (!!!). Each and every wish means the world to me and I’m so immensely grateful for all the love. Even Izzy has been by my (left) side the whole week.

Five more weeks in this sling. Four until I can begin physical therapy. Anxious to progress (but still trying to be patient) on this road to recovery. But damn it feels good to be on the other side.

Shoulder Surgery (aka Facing My Fears) 27 Jun 2016 6:00 AM (8 years ago)

I wasn’t going to write about my shoulder surgery. Honestly, I didn’t wan’t the additional attention it might bring. But, clearly, I changed my mind. First, as I’ve been spending the past few weeks prepping for the procedure, I realized there aren’t very many resources online for women who are undergoing this kind of surgery. If it wasn’t for Facebook and my new friend Sarah, I would be absolutely and utterly lost (THANK YOU). Second, writing is one of the best ways I deal with emotions I sometimes can’t otherwise articulate, and I’ve learned through this blog that sometimes, my honest writing can help others.

Over a decade ago, I was in a horseback riding accident. I was thrown off my horse — ironically named Romeo — into a tree. My right shoulder took the brunt of the impact and it hasn’t been the same since. Two or three times a year, when I’m minding my own business, doing normal things, my shoulder dislocates. I’ve been very fortunate that I’ve been able to pop it back in myself. Typically, it’s a quick “in/out” scenario that leaves me in pain for a few days before returning back to normal. A couple months ago, my shoulder dislocated while putting on a t-shirt. It was out for what felt like an eternity (but was probably only 45 seconds or so), and took over a week to “heal.” Finally, I thought, it’s time to face it and get my shoulder taken care of once and for all.

After x-rays and a terrifying MRI (I’m pretty claustrophobic), it turned out I have a labral tear. According to the Internet, the labrum is a semilunar (crescent-shaped) cartilage structure that runs along the rim of the shoulder socket that provides an added cushion and stability to the shoulder joint. As my doctor described, your shoulder is like a golf ball sitting on a golf tee. The little rim around the tee is your labrum. When there’s a tear in your labrum, and the golf ball is moved in the direction of the tear, it just falls off the tee. Pleasant.

Thursday is the day. I’m told it’s a procedure that takes about an hour and half, and while I’m under general anesthesia, my doctor will arthroscopically repair the tear, tighten up the joint, and secure everything with a few anchors (that will eventually dissolve!).

I’m nervous. I’m nervous about going under anesthesia. I’m nervous about the procedure. I’m nervous about the 4-6 weeks basically immobile in a sling. It’s my right shoulder, and I’m right-handed, so I’m nervous about relying solely on my left arm. I’m nervous about washing my hair, getting dressed, feeding myself, sleeping upright, going through life in a sling. I’m nervous about the physical therapy. I’m nervous because I’ve never been through something like this before and the fear of the unknown is real. Mostly, I’m nervous about being vulnerable and giving up control.

I’ve written about being a control freak before. I’m very independent and the idea of giving up a good chunk of my independence and letting others take care of me is terrifying. I like things done in a certain way. I’ll admit I have my own neurotic tendencies (the bottom sheet must be tucked in all the way before I get into bed, the sink must be wiped down, everything must be in its certain, specific place).

But. I’m doing everything I possibly can to prepare.

I’ve cooked several healthy meals (chili, lasagna, burritos) that will live in the freezer and be ready for warming up. I’ve purchased pillows, hand therapy exercise balls, front-close bras, shampoo/conditioner all-in-one with a pump top, spray deodorant, big baggy t-shirts (thanks, Gabe!), button-up blouses, a jar opener, baby wipes, and a large ColdPac (seriously, thank you, Sarah). I read and re-read the blog of another woman who went through the same surgery.

The best part, and the part that provides me with the most comfort, is knowing I have an incredible support system here in San Francisco. Gabe is going to be a fantastic stay-at-home nurse. His family has offered their nursing services. My friends will help get me out of the house and have already been surrounding me with positive vibes. My family and best friend are just a text message/phone call away. I have the whole week of July 4th off work (thanks, Adobe!), so I only need to take off a few days beforehand. I have a wonderful manager who will let me be flexible working from home post-shutdown if I need to, and a fantastic team who will help me once I’m back in the office. I know Sarah, who has been the most incredible resource (with the same OCD tendencies, I might add), will be there to answer all nine billion more of my silly questions and there’s just comfort in knowing someone has been through this exact same thing and came out on the other side better for it.

Truth is, I know I’ll be okay. I know my stubborn personality will propel me forward and into recovery as soon as humanly possible (I’ve already been practicing my exercises). I know I’ll come out after recovery without the worry of my shoulder dislocating in even more dangerous scenarios than it has in the past. And in the end, that’s what really matters. Five months of inconvenience and pain is well worth a lifetime with a sound mind and a healthy shoulder.

I’m ready. Well, as ready as I’m going to be. Admitting my fear and vulnerability is one of the hardest things I’ve done. I’m generally pretty good at compartmentalizing and putting on a strong front. But, I’m choosing to approach this short chapter of my life a little differently. A little softer. A little more real.

I truly hope this post helps someone who may be going through the same thing (or something similar) and is just as nervous. You are not alone. So, for the next four days and throughout recovery, I’ll be channeling all the positive vibes. Send them my way!

Making Bread 13 Jun 2016 10:32 AM (8 years ago)

Several weeks ago, I watched the Air episode of Michael Pollan’s “Cooked” and was blown away (pun intended). Not only is does his entire mentality around food — “Eat real food, not too much, mostly plants.” — completely resonate with me, this episode in particular inspired me to take a second look at the quality of what I eat every day.

At this point, we all know that processed foods are bad. Whole foods are good. So, you’d think it would be easy to just stick with eating whole foods. What about bread? To many of us (myself included), I thought buying the “organic, whole wheat” bread at the supermarket was the right choice. Perhaps it was the lesser of the evils, but there are better choices. Like making your own bread.

Naturally, as the episode was centered around bread, Michael Pollan took on the controversial issue of gluten. Gluten is the latest “bad guy” when it comes to food. Aside from those who suffer with Celiac or other terrible, uncontrollable diseases that prevent people from eating gluten, “gluten intolerance” is the latest fad. Michael Pollan illustrates in this episode that bread production has moved away from the “slow fermentation” process that breaks down the peptides of gluten that can be problematic for people to digest. In other words, the gluten in a slice of Wonder Bread may be very different from the gluten in a home-baked loaf. He even suggests that the intolerance is truly to the other miscellaneous ingredients in processed bread, whereas a homemade loaf has much fewer, totally pronounceable ingredients (flour, water, salt).

“Our bodies are very confused about what is friend and what is foe and that has a lot to do with our fast food diet.”

In any case, I was inspired. And now, I’ve made my first loaf of bread.

It started last week (literally). I began making my sourdough started last Sunday. I had no idea what to expect or if it would even work, but every day, I was more an more excited about how my starter seemed to be coming alive. I fed it daily and watched the bubbles form. More and more each day. There were some morning I woke up, checked on my starter, and had to troubleshoot.

Saturday night, I used my starter to make leaven. The leaven sat overnight and Sunday morning I used it to make bread.

It was a long process. And a process during which I had no idea whether I was doing it right. I followed the Tartine Bread recipe to a T. But, I didn’t know what the leaven was supposed to look like (I knew it was supposed to float, which it did not, but I still used it). I didn’t know if my dough was too wet or too dry. Or if I was punching it too hard or if I was proofing too long. I troubleshooted and studied and asked a friend. And this post wouldn’t be complete if I didn’t publicly thank this friend for putting up with an onslaught of questions, photos, worries throughout the entire past week (especially yesterday). Thank you.

I made bread. Homemade San Francisco sourdough bread. I made two loaves and neither were anywhere close to perfect. But they’re my loaves.

This friend texted me after I sent pictures of my finished loaves:

“You used the yeast in your apartment, yeah?”

“Yep.”

“That bread tastes like your home.”

I have a lot to learn and I’m excited to continue making bread. Figuring out what works in my kitchen, with my starter, is kind of like a fun mystery that just takes more and more practice before perfecting. I’m pretty proud of my first two loaves.

After all, this bread tastes like my home.

Here’s the whole story on Snapchat (follow me! laurenhfriedman). Special shoutout to Gabe for being such a great (and annoying) Snap-ogropher).

Wedding Weekend in Colorado 1 Jun 2016 4:45 PM (8 years ago)

It was almost 11 years ago when I met Connie. I remember exactly where I was for our first conversation. I was a server at Buffalo Wild Wings (throwback, right?) and she called during my shift. I stepped outside on the patio to take the call. We coordinated a time to meet for the first time at Red Robin. Connie and I were randomly placed together as roommates at CU, but we went to the same high school (although we didn’t know each other) and both lived in the area. We talked a little bit about what we were going to bring to the dorm room. I offered up a TV and she offered up a rice cooker. And that was that. An incredible friendship was born.

Last weekend, Gabe and I flew out to Colorado for her wedding. It was so much fun seeing all of our best college girlfriends, catching up since the bachelorette party, and celebrating love. As Maid of Honor, I was kept pretty busy the whole weekend (I feel like I could sleep for a century…), but everything went extremely well. The photos look beautiful (at least judging by the incredible locations around Vail Village), the ceremony was sweet, the food was delicious, and the reception was very fun.

Since Connie and her husband Tim are Chinese, they wove some Chinese traditions into the reception. They held a traditional tea ceremony where the bride and groom offer tea to their elders and in return, they receive blessings and gifts. The whole wedding party greeted every table, received a toast, and played a variety of games. Gorgeous red envelopes were everywhere.

On the drive back, Gabe and I were talking about how we felt this wedding was a little different than others we’ve attended. This wedding was truly about the merging of two families, not just celebrating the union of two people. It was about respecting elders, understanding the components of a good marriage (and actually talking about them throughout the tea ceremony). It was about cherishing each other as friends, as partners, as lovers. And it was also about drinking Hennessy. Lots and lots of Hennessy.

I’m so honored to have stood by Connie’s side on her big day. 11 years of friendship down and a lifetime to go!

Also? The whole “choose your own dress, just be sure it’s the same color” method is genius. I loved my dress and can’t wait to actually wear it again.

My Travel Skincare Routine 24 Mar 2016 9:19 AM (9 years ago)

This weekend, I’m in Austin for my college roommate’s bachelorette party. As Maid of Honor (!!!), I planned the weekend. I’ve never visited Austin before and organizing a weekend for six girls in a city I’ve never visited… I’m just keeping my fingers crossed everything goes somewhat according to plan.

One of the things I like most about traveling (aside from exploring new places, eating food and meeting new people, of course) is that I get to really pare down my skincare routine and try some new products that I have in sample or travel-size form. I’ve been focused on decluttering much of my life and my beauty regimen is also getting trimmed down. I just keep thinking… simple, simple, simple. Fitting products into a small(ish) pouch sure helps with that.

Ko Gen Do Cleansing Spa Water
I’m a huge fan of cleansing water, but I have yet to find my holy grail. I really like the Caudelie Micellar Water, but it doesn’t do the trick on my mascara-ified lashes. I’m about halfway through this deluxe sample of the Ko Gen Do version and I’m liking it!

Origins Checks and Balances Frothy Face Wash
This is a classic and a usual staple in my cleansing routine. It’s purifying without leaving my skin dry and it took me ages to go through the full size bottle. I’m currently experimenting with a couple different cleansers at the moment, but this one will always be in rotation (especially for travel!).

Amore Pacific FUTURE RESPONSE Age Defense Cream
I love Amore Pacific. Every product I’ve tried has been absolutely lovely, but I just haven’t been able to justify the price point (or, I haven’t found the holy grail product that makes me reconsider). So, I go on purchasing the little value sets and trying out different products for a little less moolah. This moisturizer is formulated with Green Tea Polysaccharide and Pine Mushroom to hydrate and defend against environmental damage.

Cotz Face Natural Skin Tone SPF 40
Can’t forget the sunscreen. And this is one of my favorites. First of all, it’s a natural mineral sunscreen (no harsh chemicals here!). It’s not greasy whatsoever, is slightly tinted so you could totally rock it alone, and feels silky on the skin drying to a sheer matte finish. Basically, it’s like a chemical-free sunscreen primer. Love.

Josie Maran Argan Oil
A staple in my skincare regimen, this oil is perfect for travel (especially after a flight when everything just feels super dehydrated). I use this glorious potion as my nighttime moisturizer so it fully sinks into my skin while I’m asleep.

More and Less. 2016. 16 Feb 2016 4:11 PM (9 years ago)

I’m a little late in my annual “More and Less” post this year, but I’m okay with it. The month of January was intense (to say the least) and I’m just getting my feet back under me. I felt good going into 2015. My list of what I wanted more and less of was complete but honestly, I might have bitten off more than I could chew. A few of these priorities have continued into my list for 2016.

I’ve hardly had time to just sit and reflect. My days have been full with family, friends, dinners, celebrations, visitors, events. My life feels full and better yet, my heart feels full. The fullest it’s felt in years. But, sitting down with myself and reflecting on last year and planning what’s to come this year has been gnawing at me. Reflection is something I’m passionate about and it requires time. Time to think. Time to empty my brain of all the daily tasks, to-dos, plans, dinners, prep, and think. Think about what I want more of, less of, enough of.

Finally, I’ve made the time. There are still some focus areas that are carrying over from 2015 as I just haven’t mastered them yet. And I may never, but they’re still very important to me and I want to keep trying and doing and making moves.

More patience.

Just like last year, I’m kicking off the list with the desire to be more patient. In fact, I think it was on the 2014 list, too. I’m just not as patient as I’d like to be. Instant gratification is sometimes my worst enemy — I want all the things right now and I can’t wait even one second. This year, I’m working on thinking before I make decisions (purchases, travel, etc.) and planning a bit more. Letting ideas and desires marinate so I can determine whether I really need whatever it is I want. Beyond wanting all the things right now, I’m also working on patience in my relationships. Taking deep breaths. Looking at arguments and statements from different angles before reacting. Thinking before I speak and not jumping to conclusions without weighing options and feelings. Being kinder and not rushing. This life moves quickly enough as it is.

Less perfection.

I know this is news, but I’m a perfectionist. I always want every event, document, presentation, party, thing to be absolutely perfect. To be planned and articulated and demonstrated without flaw. Truth is, that’s just plain unrealistic and what usually happens is I kill myself trying to get it to the level of perfection I deem presentable. Well, enough already. Not everything is going to be perfect nor does everything need to be perfect. I’m working on accepting that and “going with the flow” a bit more.

Speaking of…

More “going with the flow”

Another newsflash: I’m a serial planner. One of my key phrases (and I say it multiple times every week) is, “If it’s not on my calendar it doesn’t exist.” Now, part of that is being organized and managing my time, but the other part is that I’m addicted to planning. Like, a-ddic-ted. I plan everything and when something doesn’t go according to plan or plans change… cue anxiety. Well, this year, I’d like to work on being flexible. Being okay with a lack of structure (sometimes) and just letting things happen.

Less stuff

De-clutter. This is the year of ridding myself of unnecessary things. Things I just don’t need. I’ve been reading a lot about the idea of a “capsule wardrobe” — keeping only the items I truly love in my closet and donating or gifting the rest. Keeping only the things that make me happy and bring me joy. Surrounding myself with happiness doesn’t sound half bad, now does it? I’ve already bought the trendy Marie Kondo book and I hope it transforms the way I think about “stuff” like it has almost everyone else I know who has read it.

More thoughtful about money

This is a big one for me as it’s something I’m learning more and more about each year. When I was young, my dad gave by brother three envelopes to contribute to when we got our allowance. One for ourselves (spending money), one for savings and one for tzedakah (charity). I’m thankful my dad got me thinking about budgeting, saving and donating my earnings, but it’s time I take it a step further. This year, I want to truly understand my investments, my savings options, and work on setting budget goals. (If anyone has any tips on this, I’m all ears).

Less distraction (or more focus — however you want to put it)

Lately, I’ve been finding myself to be an incredibly unfocused, multi-tasking, all-over-the-place person. I know, this goes against all of my Type A characteristics, but sometimes I’m simply trying to get too much done all at once. I’d like to focus more on one task at a time, whether it be on a conversation (no picking up my phone in the middle of a conversation!), on a task (close that browser and put my phone in airplane mode), on a goal (break it down to smaller, attainable chunks over a shorter period of time), or anything else in my life. I want to do it without constantly being distracted. I want to be focused.

Like every year, I’m ambitious. And I know I’ll be happy if I master even one of these “more and less” desires this year. Nevertheless, I’m an endless goal setter and I’m excited to see what I can accomplish in 2016.

Lazy Bear 25 Jan 2016 7:00 AM (9 years ago)

To say it’s been a busy 2016 so far would be an understatement. With dinner dates, coming down from holiday travel, and my birthday week last week, I haven’t had a moment to breathe.

Every year for my birthday my dad flies out to celebrate. It’s one of our traditions and I love having him in San Francisco. Now that he’s been here every birthday for six years, we don’t have to do the “touristy stuff” anymore and he just kind of melds into real life. We go to work, we cook dinner, we just chill. It’s nice.

This year, I wanted to do something extra special for my birthday dinner. I’d heard about Lazy Bear from a few friends and colleagues who just raved about it. It started as a “dinner party” hosted at chef David Barzelay’s home (see the anagram?) and is now more like an event than a dinner out. Fun fact: Barzelay was a lawyer before becoming a chef.

You purchase tickets about a month in advance and there isn’t much warning before the tickets go on sale. I essentially got an email at 9am letting me know tickets for January were going on sale at noon. There are two seatings a night and I chose the 6pm seating.

The first 40 minutes or so were spent upstairs in a living room-style mezzanine where we were served a few snacks.

1. Lazy Bear Punch
2. Whipped Scrambled Eggs with bacon, maple and hot sauce.
3. Shigoku Oyster with kiwi and chickweed.
4. Caviar and sourdough (tasted just like a bagel with lox!).
5. Beef tartare on a brown rice cracker with foie gras (my favorite snack!).
6. Tete de moine with celery root, Asian pear and pine (cheese course which wasn’t my favorite).

The lighting upstairs wasn’t fantastic so my photos didn’t turn out as well as I would have liked. After snacks upstairs, we were escorted to our seat at the communal table. They did have assigned seating, but they did a great job of ushering everyone to their designated seat.

One of my favorite aspects of Lazy Bear is the open kitchen. Barzelay introduced himself and welcomed us to the evening and encouraged us to walk up to the kitchen at any time throughout the night to ask the chefs questions and watch them cook and plate. I, of course, took full advantage of that and went up to talk to the chefs multiple times throughout the night.

As each course was served, a chef would stand in front of the tables and explain, in detail, where the food came from, all of the individual ingredients, and how they worked together to build the flavors in each dish.

And now for the food, in the order in which it was served…

Caviar with sourdough. Tasted just like lox and bagel.

Spelt & rye dinner roll with cultured butter. I love it when butter is so rich it tastes almost like cheese. And the bread was so perfectly salty.

Scallop with geoduck, dill, buttermilk and yuzu. This was absurdly fresh. See those leafy greens? Those are succulents. So. Good.

Steelhead trout with stinging nettle, hedgehog mushrooms and smoked roe. Loved the puree, the trout was cooked perfectly and the mushrooms added a wonderful earthy flavor. Also, those potatoes? Incredible.

Sunchoke with egg yolk fudge, sweetbreads and sunflower. I have a confession: I love sweetbreads. And this confit egg yolk was absolutely ridiculous. Definitely one of the richest dishes of the night.

Rice grits with black trumpet mushrooms and Perigord truffle. Holy. Truffle. This was incredibly creamy and decadent. I didn’t want this dish to end. Ever.

Squab with blood orange, black olive and endive. This dish was extra special because it was seared, then sous vide then seared again. I got a sous vide for Hannukah this year and I have been talking about it non-stop. Was awesome this dish was prepared using my new tool! Also, it was just plain delicious.

Lamb loin with salsify, apple and cress. Yum. The most gamey of the meat dishes, but still incredible.

And then it was time for dessert. The dessert courses absolutely blew me away. Here’s why:

Coconut with citrus and bay. This chewy cake was deliciously sweet. The marmalade added a layer of sweet citrus and the granita on top added even more tartness. The coconut merengue was incredible.

Chocolate with lapsang souchong and armagnac. Honestly, I have no idea what the extra ingredients were, but it was a pretty delicious and decadent. Strong, bold and rich.

From left to right: S’Mores Macaron with toasted marshmallow, graham and chocolate; Religieuse (peanut butter and jelly); and Semifreddo, Vietnamese coffee. The Semifreddo was my favorite – rich and creamy.

Cold brew coffee with brown sugar whipped cream.

And then we were stuffed.

By far and away, this was one of the most incredible dining experiences I’ve ever had. Huge thanks to my papa for making it possible! It was most definitely a night to remember. Highly recommend following them on Twitter to snag a ticket.

Stockholm 10 Dec 2015 4:59 PM (9 years ago)

Stockholm. The second destination on the Northern European tour I went on for work in October of this year (yes, for work. I’m the luckiest!). I’d heard amazing things about Stockholm — the food, the people, the scenery. It did not disappoint (but I’d be remiss if I didn’t say I loved Copenhagen a bit more).

Made up of 14 islands, Stockholm is truly beautiful. We did most of our exploration by walking from island to island (and man, did we get some serious steps in on our Fitbits).

We stayed on the island of Norrmalm, just a short walk from Stadhuset (City Hall). The first day in Stockholm was spent at the Adobe office training. The office is a decent drive outside of Stockholm proper, but it gave us a chance to take in the scenery and residential areas. So lush and green.

Naturally, my boss put me in charge of food and we ate pretty well (if I do say so myself). The first night, we went to dinner at Speceriet which is the sister restaurant of Gastrologik, a two Michelin starred restaurant. It was pretty incredible. Salmon sashimi, lamb, cloudberry pancake paired with a cold Swedish Saison. It was delicious. The best part of the evening was meeting two lovely ladies (it’s a community table-style restaurant) sitting next to us. We talked with them for ages and got a bunch of amazing recommendations on where to go, what to see, and where to eat!

Our first day exploring started with a trip to the stadshus. The City Hall is where the Nobel Awards Banquet takes place. it was pretty cool to think about all the Nobel Laureates who have walked the grounds. We didn’t go inside (tours weren’t starting as early as we arrived) so we walked over to the island of Gamla Stan (old town Stockholm) which was absolutely the highlight of the trip. Old European architecture, tiny cobblestone streets, cafes, shops. It was very cute.

I purchased an authentic Kanelbullar which is basically a cinnamon bun with cardamom. I must admit, the pastries in Denmark blew this one out of the water.

We walked around the streets of Gamla Stan for a bit before venturing over to De Kungliga Slotten (the Royal Palace) and took a tour. We saw the treasury, the Royal Apartments and the Tre kroner museum. It was beautiful, but I’ve learned quickly that once you’ve seen one European palace, you’ve kind of seen them all. Pretty amazing living quarters.

After the palace, we took a ferry over to Djurgarden. Let’s pause and talk about taking this ferry. I’d like to think my boss and I are fairly intelligent individuals. Having just come from Danish-speaking Copenhagen (in which we were completely fine), we could not for the life of us figure out how to purchase the right ticket for the ferry. It took us (and about half a dozen others!) over 20 minutes to figure out the ticketing system. We got our tickets and hoped for the best.

Our first stop on Djurgarden was at the Vasa Museet — the museum of a ship that sank in the Stockholm harbor in 1628. The ship was excavated (it hadn’t even left the harbor before it sank!) and is being preserved inside the museum. It was incredible to see a ship of its size. It was so ornately decorated and the story is pretty grueling (and only a teensy bit humorous that they built this gorgeous ship to have is sink before it even left the harbor).

After the museum, we walked over to Oaxen Krog & Slip, one of the recommendations from the ladies on our first night. I’m so glad we tried it because it was incredible. By far and away the best meal we had in Stockholm. Oaxen is divided into two restaurants. Slip is the casual Swedish bistro and Krog is the fine dining experience. Oaxen is hosted in a refurbished shed at a boatyard with interior design inspired by marine industries. Serving Scandinavian bistro food, the Slip was to die for.

After eating the biggest “lunch” we decided to walk it off a bit. We walked around Djurgarden and found a corner store to get some bottled water. Inside the corner store, there was bulk candy for sale. One Swedish candy that I was told I must try was the Salty Licorice. Now, I’m not a fan of regular licorice, so I couldn’t imagine I’d be fond of the salty variety. I just wanted one fish and the kind cashier just let me have it. Thank goodness I didn’t spend any money on that salty licorice because I immediately spit it out and was thankful I had water to wash my mouth out. Probably the most heinous thing I’ve ever tasted.

We got back on the ferry to Skeppsholmen and walked around the tiny neighboring island of Kastellholmen. Beautiful views of the islands and the eye sore that is Grona Lund (amusement part on Djurgarden). From Skeppsholmen, we took the ferry to Slussen and walked over the bridge to the island of Sodermalm to go to the Fotografiska (photography museum). There were some pretty powerful exhibits — and American one that focused on celebrities, one that chronicled images of suffering refugee children (which was incredibly intense and beautiful), and a contest off 24 photographers. It was really neat to see.

By the end of the day, my boss and I were totally wiped, but we decided to just see one more site before calling it a night. We went up to the Gondolen to see the view from the bridge and it was truly spectacular.

Our last day in Stockholm began with a “locals” walk along the water. It was very beautiful and very quiet. I think that’s how I would sum Stockholm up — beautiful and quiet. We ventured back to City Hall to take the tour and in 45 minutes, we saw the whole place — the Blue Room (which is actually red brick but was originally envisioned by the designer to be blue, but he loved the brick so much he kept it), the hall with beautiful chandeliers where people get married (60 marriages per week!), the Golden Room (which is actually covered in two kilos of real gold). City Hall is absolutely beautiful and I can completely see why the Nobel Banquet is held there. the architecture is incredible and each room has different charm.

We continued our walk all the way back to Djurgarden to visit Skansen, an open air museum and zoo. The museum part was a little meh, but we got to see real reindeer in real life! It was a great way to end the trip.

Next stop…London!

You can see all my photos from Stockholm here.

Copenhagen 23 Oct 2015 10:13 AM (9 years ago)

I’d been told by several trusted people that Copenhagen is amazing. That I would love the food, the people, the design stores, and everything there is to love about Denmark. Well, those trusted people were right.

Copenhagen was the first destination on the work trip I was blessed to take over the past two weeks. My boss and I traveled to Copenhagen, Stockholm and London to roll out the Social Selling program across Northern Europe. The whole trip was incredible (and yes, we did have some time to play in each city we visited).

But first, Copenhagen.

I arrived in Copenhagen on a Sunday (the 27th of September to be exact) and checked into the hotel. We stayed across the water from the main area, but it was a perfect location — only about a 20 minute walk to the hustle and bustle. The view from my room was incredible. I could see for miles and miles and miles and it truly was breathtaking.

I unpacked, worked out, showered, and hit the town to explore. I combat jet lag starting the evening before (seriously, a ZzzQuil and an airplane bottle of wine and I’m out for five hours minimum. It’s a blessing really.) so I was good to go.

My good friend Julie gave me loads of recommendations for what to see, where to eat, and which design stores I should check out so I started out with some lunch (called “smushis” at this place called “Smushi” that was really weird and I probably wouldn’t go back but the courtyard was cute), then hit the shops.

Some highlights from shopping:

• TIGER: Amazingly simple craft/houseware/stationery store.
• Illums Bolighus: Probably the most beautful store I’ve ever seen. Scandi design is incredible.
• Matas: Danish beauty store (naturally…).
• Magasin: Large department store
• Hay House: Was closed on Sunday when I arrived, but it’s just incredible. The Mini Market is where it’s at — so many amazing notebooks and organizational items. I was in heaven and wished I had a way to pack away more stuff!

The first night, I ventured off into the neighborhood of Kodbyens to eat at Fiskebaren (a recommendation from another friend). Holy wow this place was awesome. The food was incredible — started with Danish Oysters, then Plaice (which is kind of like tilapia) with root vegetables, then I finished it off with a blackberry brioche dessert. It was so good!

Day two, my boss landed in the afternoon so I finished up my exploration of design stores and ate an authentic Danish lunch at Restaurant Schonnemann. Pickled herring (not bad), minced beef with an egg and carmelized onions on top (think bunless burger), finished with a “dessert” of cheese on toast with a jelly and rum pourd on top (I have never met a cheese I did not like, but this one I could not, under any circumstance, consume).

My boss and I met up in the early afternoon and the first item on his list was to climb to the top of The Church of Our Saviour. There’s a spiral staircase around the steeple and you can climb the stairs all the way to the top. Breathtaking views of the city. Since we were over by the church, this area of the town that several people had suggested I visit called Christiana was nearby. I hadn’t heard much about the town other than it’s “crazy.” So, my boss and I walked over to check it out.

Apparently, Christiania is a “free town” meaning it doesn’t operate under the same laws as the rest of Copenhagen. This also means that as soon as we hit the main town center, all we could smell was pot. And that’s because at this main town center of Christiania, there’s basically nothing but pot dealers, hidden behind camouflage nets, lined up like bank tellers, dealing pot to their customers. The contradiction of what my boss took me to do and what I took him to do was comical. Thank goodness he has a good sense of humor.

We ate at Maven (per Julie’s recommendation) and I had deer for the first time. It was delicious, but also a little gamey. And made me feel like I was eating Bambi the whole time.

Our final “exploration” day in Copenhagen was a great success. We started the day visiting the Church of Our Lady to see the statues of the 12 Apostles and then we went walking. Walking and walking and walking. Walking around the university, the library, Nyhavn (where we enjoyed a lovely boat ride around the canals), the Little Mermaid statue, the Opera House, the Queen’s Palace, and Kastelkirken (a defense center that has a moat shaped like a star going around it).

We made our way back to the center of the city and found the oldest bakery in Copenhagen: La Glace. It was time for a sugar break, so we indluged in a pastry and some macrons. So. Good.

Back at the hotel to get some work done (our “work day” didn’t really start until 5-6pm local time as that was 9-10am PST/MT). We generally had early nights and went back to the hotel after dinner to make sure we were prepared and caught up on work.

We finished the day off with a delicious seafood dinner at Fish Market. We devoured a platter of seafood — oysters, shrimp, langoustine, lobster, it was delicious. I even made it through pulling the shrimps heads off. Yep.

Day three in Copenhagen was at the Adobe offices right around the corner from the hotel. It was a wonderful day and a great way to kick off the program with eager employees, ready to learn. The first training was a great success and we got a couple good stories out of it, too. I really am blessed with the best job.

Next stop… Stockholm!

You can see all my photos from Copenhagen here.