• Food

    QUINOA BREAKFAST BOWL – a lil recipe

    Its early August but feels like mid-September. Nights are hot but I wake up to rain on my window sill. The sky is gray in a way that every German is long used to, and the air smells of petrichor and earth. I´ve been taking my time every day to cook myself a big breakfast, usually savory. Today I made an exception: I made quinoa milk pudding and it was warm, delicious, and satisfying. It´s simple to make, and here´s the lil recipe! I´ve cooked with quinoa before, it´s a simple rice replacement and cooked just as easily. One part quinoa, two parts liquid. For savory dishes, that liquid would…

  • Lifestyle

    A POSTCARD THANK YOU NOTE

    For as long as I can remember my grandfather has smoked cigars. Never cigarettes (at least not in my lifetime), only cigars. With a glass of red wine or beer and a cigar balanced between his fingers, he always looked like the most elegant man to me. Cigars smell like home, cigar boxes carry their scents better than anything else, and so these wooden sticker-loaded boxes have always held a very special space in my heart. This one is my favorite. Hunter green and yellow, a red logo and multiple labels. It´s clasp a tiny nail that does a surprisingly good job at keeping it securely closed. Inside this treasure…

  • Travel

    72 HOURS IN MADRID

    Saturday, July 13th, 5:25. My alarm goes off, almost immediately silenced by the delicious click of the snooze button I press in hopes of catching up with the three hours of sleep I´m missing- in eight minutes. Dizzy with excitement, nauseous from a lack of eating, and star-struck by being spoken to in Spanish (seven years of Spanish class and I couldn´t say more than hola to the good looking flight attendant), our trip began. I would like to start this off by saying that three days are not enough to explore Madrid and al it contains. In the three days I spent in my new favorite place, I made…

  • Writing

    young love

    The first time I fell in love was in second grade. A new boy joined our class, he was half mexican and I remember sitting behind him on the carpet as my homeroom teacher read us a book, looking at the back of his head, and thinking “I love this boy.” I must have been six or seven years old. Love to me was Troy and Gabriella dancing in the rain, it was Cinderella and Prince Charming´s “So This is Love”. Love was my grandparents and their forever kind of marriage, it was my parents who weren´t married but had two children and a house and kissed each other. Love…

  • Life

    GIVE YOURSELF A TRY, GET OUT OF YOUR COMFORT ZONE

    “You learn a few things when you get to my age. Like friends don’t lie and it all tastes the same in the dark” -The 1975, Give Yourself a Try The 1975 is one of those bands I was never a die-hard fan of, but was always listening to. When this song came up in a recommended Spotify playlist (this is why I love Spotify over Apple Music, but that’s a whole other story) this lyric stuck with me. The song itself is a reflection of growing older, off their album A Brief Inquiry Into Online Relationships. The band´s lead singer Matty Healy is 30 years old. That’s thirteen years…