Lake Tahoe

Snow shoeing with Aunt Debbie.

Twin Day.

Best Practice: Dental Hygiene

Brush your teeth twice a day with fluoride toothpaste for at least two minutes each time you brush.

Do not brush your teeth right after eating or drinking anything containing a lot of acid (like fruit or coffee) or immediately after throwing up (for 30-60 minutes). That is to say, brush before eating breakfast and an hour after eating dinner. Remember though, brushing is always better than not brushing. If you can’t wait a half hour to brush your teeth, drink water to help saliva production beforehand. Bonus points if it’s tap water because then it probably had some fluoride in it which will also help coat your teeth. NOTE: Do not rinse your mouth after brushing your teeth (if you really feel the need use a fluoride mouthwash); use a soft or extra soft bristle toothbrush; brush your teeth is in circles, going section by section, with your brush at an angle, and be sure to include your gum line.

  • Tip: Clean tongue after brushing, then spit 
  • Tip: If you know it will be well over an hour after eating but before brushing, swish with water so food doesn’t stay lodged between the teeth and drinks that have staining potential don’t sit
  • Tip: Flossing once a day before brushing your teeth is generally more effective, so I would recommend flossing before brushing your teeth for bed
  • Tip: Store your toothbrush in a drawer or cabinet and be sure to close the lid when you flush your toilette or it’s sprayed everywhere! Ew.

P.S. If the bristles are bending, you are brushing too hard!

P.P.S. With consistent use (twice a day for seven days a week) – the average life of a toothbrush is about three months (about 200 uses).

Fun Fact: If an adult tooth is knocked out, and it can’t be placed back in its socket, transport it in cow’s milk to the emergency room or emergency dentist (preferably within an hour) for re-implantation; if you don’t have milk on hand, hold the tooth in between your cheek and gums so that your saliva can keep it moist; and only handle the tooth by the crown

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My Dad is Cooler Than Your Dad

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125,000 acres in North-Eastern Nevada outside Elko

My dad is a funny guy… not like haha funny though. Here’s an example. My dad has this habit of sudden departures. You’ll be walking around with him in a store, and suddenly, without any warning to the people he is with, he will depart. And he’ll do this whether you are merely window shopping around town… or in a foreign country, without any money, or way of contacting anyone if you got lost. When Dad is done, he is simply done, and that is all there is to it. Best keep up.

My Mom Calls Me Ladybug

This is a French nursery rhyme my mother taught me about peeing on ladybugs… curious.

J’fais pipi sur le gazon,
Pour arroser les coccinelles.
J’fais pipi sur le gazon,
Pour arroser les papillons.
Pipi, gazon, papillons, coccinelles
Pipi, gazon, coccinelles, papillons.

Which translates to…

I pee on the lawn,
To water the ladybugs.
I pee on the grass,
To water the butterflies.
Pee, grass, butterflies, ladybugs
Pee, grass, ladybugs, butterflies.

Turkey

So grateful I decided to wear this lovely orange tie-dye t-shirt from our school Lorax Musical for this trip.
Greek for “Sophia” which means wisdom. Taken at the Ephesus Archaeological Site in the Library of Celsus.
One of the things I love about traveling to foreign countries is seeing what kind of animals are there. Turkey was definitely a cat country. This was where we had thousand dollar french fries (lira).
Can you tell I was excited to be meeting up with my cousins and Aunt Deb at the train station?
Got to love the wrap-around sunglasses and cargo shorts look.
Gentry and me and a model Trojan Horse.
Playing group “solitaire,” at the airport before the flight home.

Childhood

Belvedere, CA: circa 1998. My mom used to let me dress myself. Iconic.
“My Togepi learned metronome!”
Marin Montessori with Miss Roshini
Proof that I used to have blue eyes.
Summers in Newport Beach, CA.

France

One of my favorite restaurant in NY and Paris, Buvette. The Waffle Sandwich is the best thing anyone will ever eat.

This was at Europa-Park in Deutschland, in the Greece themed area. Hilarious. Sage and I went with Alexia and sweet little Leopold over summer.

Barcelona, Spain

One summer, when mom was in South of France, Sage and I flew out to join her. We went on a bunch of day trips, including Toulouse, Carcassonne, and Barcelona. Toulouse turned out to have some of the best Chinese food I’ve ever had, and hands down the best waffles I’ve ever had. Carcassonne was very cool, it’s a big medieval citadel. In Barcelona we visited the Basilica de la Sagrada Familia, Las Ramblas, and we ate authentic Spanish food, paella, pan con tomate, jamón ibérico, etc. I got a little tile mosaic bull as a souvenir but it broke in transit.

We ate lunch at this little cafe by a fountain with a statue of a crocodile in it that I found deeply unsettling. Clearly my amygdala had been wired to react strongly to that stimuli. It was so amusing.

SoCal

Yamashiro in the Hollywood Hills. Incredible views. First time I went with Sage, Jason, and Carter, there was a David Bowie cover band that was surprisingly good.
Barton G. is one of my favorite restaurants in LA. My family is very insistent that the presentation is more impressive than the quality of the food, but personally I love the food there. The lobster pop-tarts and lobster macaroni and cheese are phenomenal. The bucket of bones is delicious. I have found it to always be very consistent, and now that The Bazaar at the SLS in Beverly Hills by Jose Andreas is closed, it’s one of the most unique high end culinary experiences available. Here I am trying to get the liquid nitrogen from the “Holy Smokes Popcorn,” to come out of my nostrils. Also featured, the Deviled Eggs, and one of the many cotton candy cocktails I enjoyed. Barton G. is one of two restaurants where I will usually have more than one cocktail, the other being Nobu. At Nobu I order a Lychee Sake-tini with Stoli Elite vodka, Nobu house sake, lychee juice and garnish. After a few of these, and lots of giggling, I take what my family calls my “Nobu Nap.”
This is a photo from one of the handful of cooking classes that I took at The Gourmandise School in Santa Monica. This particular class was called “Southern Brunch” and these are all the herbs and spices that went into the fresh sausage patties we made for biscuits and gravy. The biscuits were labor intense but so delicious. The sausage was actually not that hard to make, and so worthwhile. Jason and I also took a Babka, Brioche, and Challah Bread class, and a Steak and Whiskey dinner. We made this creme anglaise that was to die for.

This was taken by Quinci when we were in Palm Springs for Stagecoach Music Festival. Sage and Jake had just broken up, but the tickets and hotel were pre-paid so Quinci and I got to go VIP and stay at Sparrow Lodge for free. We had the best time, despite our relative indifference towards country music.

Alternatively, when I attended Coachella VIP with Louise, my UC Berkley friend that Abe introduced me, Louise and I stayed at an airbnb with some of her friends, and I was very excited about the music. Major Lazer was incredible, but Disclosure was a big disappointment.

The famous Marinated ‘Ferran Adrià’ Olives dish at The Bazaar restaurant at the SLS in Beverly Hills, the night we saw the all gold Bugatti Veyron. Other favorites: Cotton Candy Foie Gras, Philly Cheesesteak, Bagels & Lox Cone, “Beefsteak” Tomato Tartare, Not Your Everyday Caprese, Brussel Sprout Petals, Smoke & Ice Oysters. My mouth is watering just thinking about them. Not to mention the rabbit paella they had for mother’s day brunch one year that was the best paella I’ve ever had.

New York

Balthazar is a long standing family favorite that we always manage to squeeze in every trip to NYC. The steak tartare, steak frites, and moules frites are my favorite, but dad lives for the steak au poivre… if only I liked pepper.
A tender moment with Madi Bean during High Tea at The Plaza Hotel.
Same trip, different sister. These outfits got us in to Le Bain without having to wait in line or pay the cover.
All three sisters on our way to The Met.