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Gorging Chocolate.

Tuesday, February 22nd, 2011

Yesterday, we went to Cacao with our out of town friend.  This is one of the perks of hosting out of town visitors: discovering new gems together.  It’s like going panning for gold together in your back yard and discovering a huge vein of the stuff that you get to revisit whenever you fancy.  And poor, poor friend; they’re on a plane back home to a place with no gold.

betsy & iya falls in love at cacao

And in our case yesterday: no drinking chocolate for poor, poor Helga.  Good news for us, though, because Cacao is AMAZING and basically in our own backyard.  We all walked in feeling kind of tired.  Even though the days are getting longer, 5:20 is still right early for the sky to be dark.  We walked out buzzing, overdosed on spicy drinking chocolate.

One shot of this thick, heavenly, mouth-coating, chocolate blessing ($2) is plenty for any appetite.  A standard size (what B and I ordered) is basically a Mike Tyson in liquid form.  A delicious Mike Tyson.

Folks, we’ll share our goldmine with you.  There’s more than enough to go around.

***Song of the Moment: I Say Fever, by Ramona Falls***

Breaking all the Rules.

Tuesday, January 4th, 2011

After I wrote that post yesterday, I realized that W and I hadn’t had any time to ourselves.  Beyond that, we have so many home projects that keep getting pushed aside, swept under the rug that hasn’t been vacuumed in weeks, the chubby kid picked last for the kickball game (not that I know what that feels like…ahem).  I reread my post to make sure it was publish worthy and then I looked over to W, who was also diligently working on business email replies, and I said, “wanna just take today off???”  See, now I’m taking credit for something that he had already wanted to do.  The answer was yes.  And we had the best. day. ever.

The plan was always to start work back on the 3rd of January.  Here is what we did instead:

The bridge to home.

Hypnotized by color.

That guy. He's my favorite.

Not sure if it's within our reach, but I sure do love it.

I love this city.

Lunch.

Is this the one?

Mt. Hood puppet show.

The best.

We had decided not to give each other presents this year.  We’d promised we weren’t going to break the rules, and sneak a gift in at the last moment.  I think that will go down in history as the worst promise we’ve ever made.  Yesterday made up for it.  The great thing about life and being human is that you can always decide to reverse something that wasn’t supposed to be.  You can decide to make a change.  In our case it had to do with silly Christmas presents and deciding that it wasn’t silly at all to give your loved one somtehing.  So we went out in search of the things that would give us warm feelings for years to come, something that would make us remember what we got for Christmas 2010:  a new bed.

I think we hit every single furniture store in Portland and didn’t quite find what we were looking for…but we had a heck of a day trying.

Happy Tuesday!!

-b

***Song of the Moment: Runaway, by the National***

Huge victory.

Sunday, November 21st, 2010

Eight days ago around 3:30pm, I hopped in the car and went across the river to my new favorite hardware store, W.C. Wink’s.  I was there to buy a sliding door track.  For months, we’ve had an antique door leaned up against the wall.  The goal was always to hang it.  Slide it.  Put mail through the mail slot in it.  That was the goal.

But the goal had aged.  Settled.  If it were an email, it would be the one at the bottom of the inbox you read, thought “YES!  I will definitely respond to this!  How clever!,” marked as unread, and then did nothing about for 3 months.  5 months.  8 months.  Until finally it comes time to squint your eyes and delete it or proffer apologies for such a ridiculous delay and do what you should have done 8 months ago.

It being exponentially harder to delete a door than an email, we opted for the latter.

You see, our goal now had a real, looming deadline: our Studio Opening Party.  We knew that in seven days, our shop would fill with people and they’d see our door and sense our shame or pride at having not hung or hung it.  So I drove to Wink’s and got a track.

That was the first of no less than 12 trips to various hardware stores around town (note to self, always buy more cable stops than you think you could possibly use).  For 7 days, we put the finishing touches on the space: hung the door, created a light fixture from scratch, chopped the display case in half, added shelves to the window sills, and fabricated and installed custom window display fixtures.  We completely destroyed the shop and the put it all back together again.  All the king’s horses and all the king’s men were busy.

And guess what, we finished.  And it looks amazing.  And we showed it to Portland friends and fans last night at our HUGELY successful Studio Grand Opening and Pre-Holiday Sale party.  It. Flat. Rocked.

Here’s what I learned: you can do it.  I can do it.  We can do it.  Get an idea, believe in it (or don’t believe; belief will develop through execution), and then begin.  Just begin and don’t stop.  Betsy started the business this way and it’s the advice I’ve heard her give a hundred times.  If you want to do something, JUMP.

My hands are calloused.  It’s been a good week.  You know how good a clean inbox feels?  Times that by a million.

***Song of the Moment: December 4th, by Jay-Z***

Favorite lunches

Friday, September 10th, 2010

We’ve had some of the best lunches recently.  You’ll recall, dear readers, that lunches/snacks at work with my wife are one of my favorite things about my new(ish) job.  These past few weeks, we’ve been buying heirloom tomatoes from TJs and we feel like the lunch kings.  (an aside: take a note, New Seasons: 2lbs of these babies are $5 bucks at TJs.)  Let me show you what I’m talking about.

so ripe

Both Betsy and I grew up eating tomatoes out of the garden.  Well, I can’t say I grew up doing it, really… I remember growing out of my aversion to the gooey seed stuff later.  The only thing missing to take me all the way back is skinned knees and dirty nails, my dad smelling like a lawn mower, and a wooden bowl of Cheetos in the middle of the table.

too yummy to wait for the photo-op

What about you?  What have you been eating for lunch?

***Song of the moment: Sycamore, by Bill Callahan***