Don’t trust anyone who says they don’t like pizza.
Pizza is one of those junk/comfort foods that makes even the most iron-willed health nuts go weak at the knees. As we’ve approached our 100 Day Wedding Countdown mark, Alex and I have been making an extra effort to clean up our diets and move around more so we’re both looking and feeling great on our wedding day. But sometimes weekends call for a treat.
We recently joined the NakedWines.com club and got another shipment this past week, so what better way to welcome the weekend than opening a bottle of wine + indulging in some pizza while we take care of some wedding planning details and map out our honeymoon plans?
We had experimented a couple weeks ago with making a grain-free almond flour pizza crust that turned out deliciously, so we decided to create our own recipe using some leftover juice pulp + almond flour for a pizza crust that is high in fiber, reduces juice pulp waste, and is high in heart-healthy fats and protein.
Oh Portland, you beautiful weird city, you!! I love this city and all it’s quirks. Here are the few of the oh-so-Portland things I experienced this week:
On our way back down from our hike up to Angel’s Rest, we passed a fellow hiker peeing off the edge of the cliff with a cockatoo perched on his shoulder. I mean I know it’s important to take your pet on walks but… Continue reading
You may start to see things get a little more “photograph-y” around here. I absolutely love photography and taking photos, but just like my writing, it’s something I’m deeply self-conscious about. I think both of these “arts” are things that SO many people try to attempt and just aren’t that good, and I just don’t want to be one of those people who goes along thinking I’m good at something when I’m not. Then again…why should I care?
ANYWAY this weekend Portland Bloggers had a photography workshop meet up, so naturally I dusted off my beautiful camera, ready to pretend like I knew anything about photography.
There were several breakout groups depending on what you wanted your photography focus to be ( portraits, objects, interiors, etc. ) and while I’m interested in EVERYTHING, I ended up following the hilarious, spunky, and gorgeous Margaret Jacobsen outside in the Portland rain to force us out of our comfort zones and get up in each other’s faces. Continue reading
After two weeks without a hike, this weekend was a hike-no-matter-what sort of weekend, so Saturday came with overcast skies and the threat of rain, but we laced up our hiking boots anyway and brushed it off as a benefit that at least not as many people would be on the trails.
Our weekend adventures was the Angel’s Rest/Devil’s Rest loop of the Columbia River Gorge. This hike is considered moderate level/family friendly as the first part (up to Angel’s Rest) is only a 2.4mi hike up to the exposed bluff of the Columbia River Gorge with amazing views.
I know it’s difficult to tell ( she says with a heavy note of sarcasm ), but I am ridiculously in love with Portland. This city is absolutely beautiful and there’s always something new to explore, but the thing I love most about Portland is that traditional stereotypes do not hold true here, making everything surprising and yet totally expected at the same time. If you’ve ever seen the show Portlandia, it is only a slight exaggeration of what you’ll actually find here, which is probably why the locals either love or despise the show.
Since many of my family and friends back in the Midwest have never experienced this wacky gem of a city, I thought I’d highlight some of my favorite oh-so-Portland experiences in my new home each week, not to poke fun or judge, but to highlight some of the main reasons I love this city and how we’re truly all doing our best to keep Portland weird. Continue reading
Last week was a week of insecurities.
Now I’m a pretty healthy eater, but as our wedding draws nearer, I have been making an extra effort to amp up the healthy, cut out the unnecessary and artificial, and focus on clean eating and healthy living, mostly because that is important to me, but I’d be lying if it wasn’t also because I want to look awesome for a day when all the eyes of my family ( and future family ) and friends will be glued on me and because this is how I will forever be preserved in photos I will look upon fondly for the rest of my live. I haven’t been as active as I was at the beginning of the year, thanks to some knee problems which have rendered me a running gimp, and I’ve been acutely aware of that decline in activity. But after a week of extra-clean eating and a focus on recommitting to making yoga a part of my every day, I was feeling amazing when the UPS delivery man knocked on my door with a box the size of my torso.
My heart fluttered in my throat as I gave my electronic signature ( which never looks like the real thing ) and closed the door, setting the box on the floor and staring at it, breathless, for a good five minutes before tearing into it with reckless excitement. I scooped up the garment bag and ran upstairs to my full-length mirror, shedding my clothes and pulling the most important dress of my life from the bag as the smell of new fabric filled the room. I stepped into the dress, beaming as I remembered how beautiful it is, how excited I am, and how amazing this day is going to be.
But it wouldn’t zip.
The fit was snug around my hips, very snug. This wasn’t a caught zipper situation, the dress was too small.
How fitting that today is Earth Day. All day I’ve been filled with love for this gorgeous world. I woke up with the sun to work in the quiet morning light filtered through the leaves of our basil and mint plants stretching toward the sun on the window sills. Waves of rain have blown through our little neighborhood today ( we even had a small little thunderstorm! ), broken up with patches of sun and spring breezes.
I know that I’ve been posting photos and updates about amazing adventures exploring my beautiful new home of Oregon, and I just want to sing from the rooftops how truly grateful I am to live here, to be here, for this moment in my life. I know I’m lucky and I’m not taking it for granted.
I marvel every day at how tall and old the trees are, how the color green is prominent everywhere ( save for the striking splash of pink right outside our door ). I notice how sweet the air smells, how heavenly the sun feels, and even how relieving those gloomy rainy days can be ( am I a true Oregonian yet? ).
My heart is filled with love, my feet are powered by wonder, my breath is filled with gratitude, and I am so happy to be alive.