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Halibut Baked In Foil With White Wine And Lemon
If you have never tried baking fish in foil, let me tell you: you need to try it. Like, tonight.
Because it's both the easiest thing ever (I promise), and the coolest-looking thing ever; it's guaranteed to have whoever you serve it to all "ooh, ahh, how did you do that?!" And your answer will be: "With hours of intense labor." Except that will be a lie, because the total amount of effort that you will have put into this fancy-looking dinner will be approximately what is required to assemble a bowl of instant oatmeal.
I usually make salmon this way, but halibut is another nice, light, summery fish that goes well with things like white wine and lemon, so I thought I'd give it a shot. And: delicious. Nice, light and summery, as expected.
Mini-Indulgence: So Many Scarves
{ Anthropologie tunic dress (majorly on sale right now); LAGOS Voyage pendant ℅ }
My favorite find from last weekend's trip to Carmel: a $9 scarf that I suspect will end up coming out to about 1 cent per wear in the coming months. Aren't those colors gorgeous?!
You know what's one item that makes most mother's Must-Have Lists, but that I didn't buy the first time around and don't plan on buying this time, either? A breast-feeding cover. It just feels like one more thing to have to carry around in an already-overstuffed diaper bag. And besides: I figure why buy a special (and probably overpriced) product when the scarf I already have looped around my neck will do just as nicely…and probably be prettier and not covered with sheep and such?
Now And Later
Over the past couple of days I've been scrolling back through my pregnancy style posts (both from this year and from 2011), and while I think I dressed pretty differently for Take 1 and Take 2 mostly because my style has changed a bit over the past couple of years, one thing was consistent: I never, ever wanted to not look (and feel) like myself. I love baby-doll maxi dresses and wrap dresses and other similarly traditional "maternity" cuts when I see them on other expecting women…but on me? I just don't feel quite right unless I'm wearing something that I'd totally wear whether waiting-on-a-baby or not, so what I gravitate towards are the same slouchy tops and skinny bottoms that form the basis of my "regular" wardrobe.
Take, for example, this outfit. While it works for late-third-trimester (less than three weeks to go!), it's still something I can easily see myself wearing two months from now. Even though those jeans are technically maternity jeans, complete with Secret Fit Belly (which is the BEST)…I can virtually promise that you'll see them post-birth, because I am obsessed.
Obsessed.
The Definitive Houseguest Rules
Alright, so here are my personal rules when it comes to crossing the threshold into somebody else's home, whether for a night, for a weekend, or for more:
Rule #1: Come Bearing Gifts. Never enter someone else's home without something in hand. Anything. (If you totally space on picking something up in advance, stop into a bakery, florist, or wine shop on the way over; food, flowers and alcohol may not be terribly original, but they are always appreciated.)
Daily InstaGlam
I may just need to keep shopping in #maternity stores post-birth. (Isabella Oliver sweater & AG jeans).
{ Follow along on Instagram @ramshackleglam }
The Traveling Sweet Spot
Road-tripping is kind of our traveling sweet spot. It's our thing. (Apparently so much so that we glow when we do it. Thank you, Instagram filter.)
I was telling a friend about my fantasy of taking a family Route 66 road trip one day, and she said something like "That would be my personal version of hell." And while I certainly understand that not everybody gets particularly jazzed about the idea of sitting in confined spaces for days on end and subsisting largely on gas-station beef jerky...
I love it.
Nowhere To Be
The Platonic Ideal Of Toddler Shoes?
Possibly.
I mean, they have dinosaurs on them, so that's about a zillion points right there. AND they belong to the genre of footwear that lights up when you run or jump, so I'm not sure how, exactly, one would make a toddler shoe that is better.
For real, they may very well be my son's favorite thing on the planet at this particular moment in time. The first words I hear when he wakes up are no longer "ORANGE JUICE," but rather "Let me put on my dinosaur shoes please?" and virtually every other shoe in his wardrobe has been not just abandoned, but full-on shunned.
Things Get Pretty Intense Towards The End
(Because this photo looks so very pathetic, let me start by saying: I am totally fine. Happy and excited, even. Just maybe a little less happy and excited at 3A.M. when I am wandering around our apartment trying to figure out how, exactly, to get comfortable enough to sleep.)
So have you ever heard the word "tetchy"?
It means sort of restlessly irritable, and makes me think of how my dogs behave when there's a rainstorm on the way: scratching at walls, whining at windows, and generally acting crazy. I think I've read the word in books from time to time, but I have never before felt compelled to actually use it.
I am tetchy.
