February’s personal project: Colors

Ever since Spencer Lum's workshop back in July of last year, I've been thinking about my palette. Palette, in photography, refers to the colors that you use. In any given scene, a photographer chooses to include or exclude based on artistic choice. And a photographer chooses which scenes to photograph, obviously. My palette tends to pops of color, but I sometimes find myself avoiding color or working against it. So in February I made a conscious effort to seek out colors and work with them in their vibrancy. Here are some images from my experiments. This is probably my favorite from the set. I've always been fascinated by geometry and shadows. When working with just color forms, balance becomes the key player. I wasn't purposely trying to be abstract, but that's how my initial wanderings turned out. Later on I took some photos with George while we were "ingressing" (don't ask). yellow car in shirlington Any thoughts? I'd love to hear what you have to say.

Ain’t-Got-No-Time Ain’t-Got-No-Money (AGNOAGNM) Workday Lunch #2

Y'all seemed to like lunch #1 well enough, so here I am with another popular lunch here at the Wilkie household (minus George... he doesn't like any of this stuff. I make it when he's at school.) Today we're making "fried" eggplant with sour-cream-and-a-shit-ton-of-garlic-and-dill. There are two mandatory items here and neither of them is eggplant. I'm pretty sure you could do this dish with any kind of soft squash and will probably hit up some zucchini in the near future. The two items you need are Trader Joe's Organic Sour Cream and an olive oil mister. Now, to be fair, I made this before I got the mister but life is way better with it. I bought one on Amazon for like $11 so just suck it up. And the Trader Joe's sour cream.... seriously, don't make this with Daisy. I have eaten sour cream my entire life, with abandon, and this freakin' sour cream is by far the best I've ever had. I don't know why it's so tasty but it is really, really tasty. I more or less invented this dish so I could eat sour cream on something. Now then! Heat your oven to 350 or 400 and put a sheet of parchment or foil down on a baking sheet. Take an eggplant and slice it up - pretty thin. You can use the big purple ones like I did here, but it's even tastier if you get the long light purple ones like they have at the Asian grocery. And, like I said, you could really easily use zucchini or yellow squash too. Slice that bitch up, mist the hell out of it with the olive oil mister and then do some salt and pepper. Pop it in the oven for 20 minutes on the first side, flip, mist, and do another 10 or so minutes. If you're cooking big eggplant, do the whole 30 minutes but if you're doing the smaller eggplants or zucchini, adjust the time down. You want the thinnest pieces to burn some, but the other pieces to just get soft. Then take a couple tablespoons of sour cream (did I mention I love sour cream?) and throw into that: a couple garlic cloves, chopped (also love garlic, y'all, get with it), the juice of 1/4 lemon or so and a healthy handful of dill, chopped really small, and salt and pepper. Mix it up and throw it in the fridge to gel while the eggplant cooks. You may have noticed my recipes aren't recipes so much as "put some of this" and "cook for about half an hour... or you know, around there". It's how I cook. My apologies to all the Type A cooks who need a set of directions. Anyway! Eggplant will be done when the thinnest pieces are burning up a bit on the edges and the thicker pieces are just getting a bit browned and looking wilty. Take 'em out, throw 'em on a plate with an enormous quantity of the sour cream mix and eat away. Vegetarian! This is seriously good for me for lunch - eggplant has a real meaty taste and there's plenty of fat to keep you full. Also, eggplant absorbs oil like a bitch, so if you don't have a mister and go with a brush, just have a gentle hand or else you will be eating tablespoons of oil. Enjoy!

Mardi Gras

There is a distinct nostalgia among those who spend any significant period of time in New Orleans. And though for some of us, those years were college years and therefore imbued with all the nostalgia of any college experience, we know that it is a very special place. And now, living in buttoned-up Washington, we find ourselves frequently wishing for those carefree years of public binge drinking, potholes the size of refrigerators, astoundingly ineffective local government and the ever-looming threat of "the big one." I jest! New Orleans will always be, in some strange way, home. Thus, my friends and I found ourselves trying to bring the "real" Mardi Gras spirit to Clarendon's family-friendly "parade" last month. clarendon mardi gras parade Here's the other thing: we're all grown-up now, with jobs and responsibilities and dogs. And it just doesn't seem right to put pictures of my friends pounding beers on the internet. Soooo I'm not going to. Suffice to say that we tried to bring back the NOLA spirit that night, Ash Wednesday was a really miserable day, and we even managed to get home before 2 a.m.