Grey Gardens

Shout out to one of my FAVE movies ever, "Grey Gardens". The tale of Kennedy cousins living in squalor on the outskirts of the Hamptons, singing show tunes and wearing pants as hats endlessly fascinates me. It's frightening how seemingly normal, successful people can go completely off the rails...

Instead of wearing pants on my head, I wore a skirt as a kilt and a sweater as a top😂. This soft grey Christopher Kane ensemble from my adored boutique Gito, is a study in monochrome. There are a few lovely things happening here; pleats, satin, sparkle, cashmere, midi length, turtleneck, bunched up sleeves, and delicate metal detailing. Whoosh; how's that for a Christmas list? This outfit makes me feel like a classy holiday Hostess With The Mostess. It's winter glam at its best. While I'm busy entertaining (or looking like I am during a photo shoot📸😉), this is a clean, feminine look.  It's the perfect special party outfit.

The tone on tone and sparkly detail are a crisp combo on the eye. The well placed skirt and sweater slits break up all the fabric and add sexiness. This isn't your typical snoozy sweater and skirt set. Grey sheer nylons and suede pumps drive home the one color from head to toe. The hose tie in the legs in a subtle yet complete manner. A story about this outfit. I mean, of course I have a story about this outfit; you know who you're dealing with by now. If you're just joining the Blaga movement, well then, welcome to the blog where clothing is anecdotal, accessories lead to therapy revelations, and coats hide some wacky shit!

I wore this to a family event last year. A relative laughed and said ,"I'm shocked you're dressed so modestly. Conservative isn't you." ER...Mazal Tov? This really hurt my feelings, and I'm usually pretty easygoing. I'm certainly very self deprecating and can take a joke. I felt extremely labeled by that remark. Was the implication that I usually dress in a scanky way?? This comment was made by someone I really love and admire, and while I'm certain no malice was meant, it felt like a jab. My style is eclectic, and I never look the same. I'm always pulling new fashion tricks out of my four kid mom butt. It felt strange to have my style be tied into "modesty". This outfit didn't define that idea for me. I just liked it because it's beautiful. Should I not be wearing a turtleneck sweater since I'm "immodest". Again, this just felt like a weird, hurtful jab. I'm over it, but I clearly recall how I felt at the time. Anyway, wear studs with this. And I love a nude, pinkish lip with grey for a soft effect.
 

Secret; I could never really wear this while entertaining. I'd be sweaty and stained in two minutes. Props to the ladies in Spanx  and heels that cook and serve the apps, that control all in control top. Topping off drinks in a turtleneck. I need to feel very loose and comfy to do my hostess gig. It puts me in a better mood which allows me to set the right mood for my peeps. And some non-peeps who I had to include🙄. Kidding, I have an unapologetically strict Peeps Only rule. What feels right to you will set a wonderful mood for everyone else. Your oxygen mask goes on first, right? Breathe, they'll be leaving soon⤴️🚪.

Happy holidays. ❤️,Little Jessie

Holiday Playlist

There are two things that make any party, big or small: food and music. After that, almost nothing else really matters. Guests will be pissed if they're hungry cuz the food sucks. If the tunes are terrible, then that's also super irritating. Music is taste dependent, and you certainly aren't expected to know the varied styles and tastes your guests have. Therefore, put together a playlist that feels joyful, memory invoking (positive memories), upbeat, and fun. Choose songs that are relatable to many age groups so everyone has what to connect to. Grandma might not be the biggest Lil Uzi fan, and your ten year old nephew won't enjoy listening only to the Beatles greatest hits. The holidays are a time to come together, and nothing unites people more than music. While each guest may not love each song, they'll feel a consistent burst of good feelings spread across the room, bringing  them together. I love to use an eclectic mix of classic artists, maybe with a couple current hits for good measure, just not the annoyingly overplayed ones. Holiday time is a time to feel taken back to those places and spaces in your life where you recall hugs, laughter, and high jinx. Good energy via music is essential for this. You know, like a soundtrack to your life😉. Make memories through music. Make music from memories. Sing with me, sing for the year. Love, the musical 🐝
PS : when you want your company to leave, just put on loud, crappy music and they'll run out the 🚪

Good Times by Sam Cooke   

99 Red Balloons by  Nena

My Last by Chris Brown featuring Big Sean

Good Life by Kanye West

How Will I Know by Whitney Houston

Kiss by Prince

I Want to Take You Higher by Sly and the Family Stone

Brick House by Lionel Richie and The Commodores

I Want It That Way by the Backstreet Boys

IZZO by Jay Z

Can't Sleep Love by Pentatonix

Celebrate by MIKA featuring Pharrell Williams

Rogue Got Soul

📀📀 📀📀 📀📀 📀📀 📀📀 📀📀 📀📀 📀📀 📀📀 📀📀 📀📀 📀📀 📀📀 📀📀 📀📀 📀📀 📀📀

We all have dreams, whether we are aware of them or not. First off, if you haven't yet realized yours, start searching within yourself to drag them up from the depths of your subconscious. It's ok, you're not only entitled but OBLIGATED to go all Scotland Yard on yourself. Dissect your essence  and uncover the facts about your truth, so that you can begin to honor it. You have to coax open the mouth before giving it food.
 

It took me years to admit that one of my dreams was to be a DJ, and even more time to do something about it. I don't beat myself up about this; everything comes at the right time. But this post ain't about me. It's about a friend I've met through this journey that is the living embodiment of my dream. Blaga peeps, meet Rogue. She is the fiercest, cutest, hottest channel for music and emotion on the NYC DJ scene. Oh yeah, and she just beat cancer. That too. I met her through Instagram, thereby reaffirming that social media can lead to wonderful things. My instructor at Scratch Academy, @djesquirenyc has known her and worked with her. Seeing some posts on his account led me to click on to hers, @roguegotsoul. I'm fascinated by cool female DJs, since I clearly want to be one. I loved this chick on site. She emanated such passion, emotion, fun, and confidence just from her IG pics. Her parties, with her at the epicenter, looked like a fucking blast.

I love hanging with the guys, and she was this badass lady presence in the Land of Testosterone. The male NYC DJ scene cannot be that simple to penetrate. These dudes are selective! Rogue was accepted. I need her secrets. There was something about her that drew me in. I was looking at what I wanted to be. Rogue is freaking adorable. She is petite, with a beautiful face and big green eyes. I love all her tattoos. She wears her artistic expression permanently. She used to, and will once again, have long, thick black hair, that cancer borrowed from her temporarily (thanks, Cancer!). As all IG romances begin, I clicked onto follow her. I started reading about her gigs, as well as about her brutally honest battle with cancer. She's a wonderfully open writer, which isn't surprising since she's able to channel her emotions through other artistic means of expression. I reached out via DM, and we started a communication for which I'm deeply grateful. She was so responsive and encouraging of my own path. We seemed to open up to each other immediately. I'm so often the one to throw out warm, welcoming vibes, but with Rogue I felt I was receiving them as well. That's rare for me, and I appreciate it every time. Damn, did I like this chick.

I wanted to learn from her, hug her, and heal her before we even met. Over the summer I attended some of her parties in Brooklyn, which in my opinion, kicks Manhattan's ass as far as nightlife. Since we had been conversing via text before we met, it was super cool to meet in person. I walked into her gig, we looked at each other, and after two seconds there was that cool visual recognition. It was like,"heyyyyyy, I know you!" Awesome, sincere hugs ensued. How wonderful to share a physical embrace after you've already spiritually embraced someone. It don't matter which part comes first. A click is a click.

And then I got to see her in action. Emphasis on the word "action". She emotes, she dances, she smiles, she loves, all the while choosing the best music for her audience. At this point Rogue was deep into her battle with her illness. She had lost her hair and performed in a turban. I've never seen a more beautiful, more alive "sick" person. Her body may have been battling something, but her soul and spirit were intact. If I didn't know about the chemo I'd have just assumed she was a chick who dug the shaved head look. This was not a weak, ill woman. Like, at all. She was, and is, more alive in every way than most people I know. There is more life in her pinky than many folks have in their whole body. I sensed this before we met. A person's spirit, when it's clear and sure, is apparent at all times. We humans posses tremendous powers of perception. When we are open we are highly receptive to the pure energy of others.

I received Rogue at the right time, having just begun to open myself. Had I been in a closed,  bitter state I wouldn't have internalized her and her story to such an impactful degree. I'm so grateful to be her friend. She's quite younger than me, but I view her as one of my teachers. Age is meaningless when it comes to education. I really hope to make her proud one day. During her lowest, weakest points in her treatment, she played on. She didn't pretend to have everything under control, she just carried on. I'm sure there were days she was too zapped to work, but she stayed out there, Man. I once wrote to her, after reading a post about which she wasn't feeling so great but was on the way to a gig, that there will be someone in that crowd who needs her music. That her being there and giving people a home for their moods and emotions can change someone's life. Even save them. Music is a healer, we all know that.  And Creatives who feel and express, thereby giving others a safe place to feel and express, are our lifelines. There will always be someone in that crowd who feels like shit. Who is sad, lonely, confused, maybe even suicidal. And then they decide to drag themselves out for the night. And then they hear you play. And then it wakes them up somehow, and allows them to feel happy and free, even if it's for just a few minutes. And so they hang on, because when good music is playing life is a lot more tolerable. It's even enjoyable.

A great DJ is a messenger. Personally, that's who I want; not just the Shiny Happy People, but the ones who feel a little bit broken and need a home for the night. And that's all of us. I want all of us. What a fucking honor it is to soothe the soul of another. And Rogue Got Soul to spare. As of two days ago, she posted news of her remission. I was waiting for her victory, it was an inevitability. There was no doubt this lil Mama would prevail. She carries others because she carries herself with strength, grace, purity, and love. She shares all she has, and she has an abundance. Her wiring is iron clad. I have much to learn, and she has much to teach. The only place she's going is back to her lab 📀📀. Oh, and her favorite show is Rick and Morty so there was an instabond with my kids. She also has cats . If she were Jewish I'd call them Katz✡🐱🐱. 
 

Rogue, I love you. Thank you for being You. Thank you for being well, for healing yourself and for healing others. You is a Soul Sista.

So much ❤️, Lady Blaga.

I mean Jess. I mean DJ FRONT.   

PS: do yourselves a massive solid and follow her. Go to her gigs. Just show up, she will take care of the rest.  Stay tuned for pictures from her New Year's gig!  

Nuts

Ingredients

• 2/3 cup maple syrup
• 1 TBSP butter 
• 1.5 tsp vanilla extract 
• 3 cup almonds/cashews 
• 1 tsp sea salt
• 1/4 tsp cinnamon
• 1/8 tsp ground cloves

Directions

• Preheat oven to 350. Combine all ingredients except nuts over a skillet. Cook while stirring for about two minutes.
• Add nuts and stir for another 4 minutes.  Spread on a baking sheet and sprinkle with salt.
• Bake for 10-12 minutes.  Stir once and let cool.

Enjoy!

TuTu Cool

I'll cop to a Carrie Bradshaw moment of inspiration here. This skirt is actually the crinoline for a dress I have. It occurred to me recently to wear it as a fun skirt. It isn't see through and has good circumference so it totally passes. I stuck to a black and white palette here to play up the feminine tuxedo vibe.

A cream lace top under my tried and true asymmetrical Helmut Lang tuxedo jacket. I think it's 12 years old. This look is streamlined and classic even though we are playing with tulle and detailed lacework. I pulled classic black and white pieces that don't have any former ties to each other, and made an outfit. You know I love a look that's both feminine and strong at once. Brava👏🏻

Whoa

This was the first word that popped into my stunned head when thinking of a title for this post. First, thank you to the GURL SG for suggesting I blog about this. We were going nuts about something yesterday, and she wisely told me to use it as fuel for writing. Which reminds me to feel gratitude for having a vehicle for my emotions and opinions.

So here's the deal... I picked up my middle schooler early yesterday for an appointment. While in the car, my son began to tell me about a special program he'd just attended in school that really moved him. An 11 year old sports/video game obsessed boy getting a dose of inspiration; rad, right? He recounted the gist of the speech as this: there was a very religious woman, who used to not be, who kept having miscarriages. As soon as she began to follow strict Jewish observance to the letter, she was able to have children. Also, she is very rich. The End. Um..... SCREEEEECCCCHHHH🙀.

Where to start? Needless to say I was livid. I rarely react to what goes on during the school day. I really feel that kids and adults don't need to know everything about each other's days. The level of accessibility due to modern technology is unhealthy. We all need breathing room. Kids also don't gain important coping skills if they get upset by, and report, every little imperfect detail to their day. Those eight hours during school are for them to handle, like we handled our school days on our own. Hurt feelings, a lousy remark by a teacher, lunch table hierarchy, and too much work are all crucial parts to childhood. No app can fix that stuff. It's all part of the initiation process. Overprotection and oversanitization are a massive disservice. That being said, I couldn't not react to what my son was telling me. I was quite upset for several reasons. One, the topic of a miscarriage is a deeply mature and painful subject. Not appropriate for middle schoolers in the midst of enjoying a day of school wide Olympics. I discuss a lot with my children, but this is a topic I did not plan on him hearing about at this age.

I, like many women, had a miscarriage. It was a crushing, depressing time. I couldn't leave my NYC apartment for weeks since everywhere I looked were pregnant women. Two, having attended a fanatically religious high school that was super keen on the fire and brimstone fear based approach to Judaism, I react viscerally to any implication that we as a people are punished if we "disobey" God. To even hint to these malleable young minds that her personal tragedies were self imposed, due to her wearing pants and not wearing a wig is reckless and irresponsible. To plant seeds of guilt into the thought process of young yeshivah students is one of the chief issues with Jewish education. Judaism has so much warmth and goodness to it. Why taint that by scaring kids into believing their future problems are their own fault? I have friends well into adulthood that still fall back on these guilty reactions. It's Pavlovian. It's been ingrained in pretty much everyone I know, and I've done years of telling myself that it's "magical thinking" to retrain my mind. Teaching kids self blame is terrible on any front. God forbid one of the girls hearing that speech will conjure this up during a future miscarriage.

Three, there is nothing wrong with wearing pants and not wearing a wig. If doing those things brings someone closer to God, that's great. But they aren't necessary to be a loving, devoted, kind Jew. We aren't distanced from HaShem in our hearts if we wear a sweatsuit from Aviator Nation (sup, Clementine?). I loathe the focus on externals. It makes my skin crawl and my heart sad. I don't want my kids' yeshivah education being based on that type of irrational dogma. Supposedly there was also a great deal of focus on money and material wealth, placing blame on that as well for certain hardships. Money has no place in a discussion geared towards kids. My neighborhood gets a very bad rap in regard to such subjects. It's unwarranted. Most people I know who live here are incredibly down to earth. There isn't a Birkin Bag in sight. People are on scholarships, budget their vacations, and don't generally prance around on an overly groomed white pony. If they did they'd be laughed at. Listen, this ain't no hippie commune, but it is not the type of environment where materialism is routinely discussed with the student body. In fact most kids came home from that speech taken aback by the emphasis on 🤑. Which I'm proud of, that they were able to pick up on how off putting it was. I don't intend to detract from certain terribly painful situations this woman and her family lived through. I'm happy their family is large, safe, and healthy. However using personal tragedy to brainwash kids into thinking they are in control of everything if they "just follow the Rules" is wrong.

Which leads me to Four. In my community, the more externally observant you appear, the more you get away with. Had a non Jew (a term I detest, more on that another time) stood up in that auditorium and spoke of such topics, an angry, torch burning mob would have been let loose. Even a Jew of lesser "observance" would have been criticized. I don't see why the publicly devout have such license to say whatever they want. It's like this weird, narrow minded permission slip. Sign me OUT.

Epilogue: the school was quite upset about many of the points of discussion, and emailed the parent body, apologizing for the presentation. Prior to that I actually had an exchange with the principal suggesting they do that. Too many parents were upset not be  validated. It was a very respectful email. It's vital for parents to have a healthy platform for giving important feedback, and it's greatly appreciated when the administration receives it. Oy, I'm tired. I worked on this post intermittently throughout the night, while fielding questions from my seven year old about miscarriages, namely mine.

Sigh... Signing off, LB

Holiday Sugar Cookies

This is my favorite Barefoot Contessa shortbread cookie dough recipe. It's simple, delicious, and versatile. I make this dough annually and then bust out whatever cookie cutters make sense at the time. This is a nice, sturdy dough so it doesn't crack or crumble when the kids roll and shape. The refrigeration step is necessary to ensure that the edges remain firm and intact while you futz (btw, auto correct left "futz" alone. It's part of the vernacular!✡🕎).

Last year, for a family Hanukah party, I made an assortment of shapes, made different color icings with food coloring and powdered sugar, different sprinkles and candy toppings, and let the kids go to town. It was adorable and a huge hit. My daughter did the funniest thing. I was deep into "Empire" at the time, so she made me a cookie of Cookie Lyons. How awesome and clever is she??? It made my year. I bought cute takeout containers that the kids decorated with markers to take home their cookie creations in. Sometimes I think I should have been a preschool teacher, but then I think I'd lose my shit😂. Much love and respect to all the teachers doing stuff like this with our puppies on a daily basis❤️.

For these cookies I used menorah, dreidel, and Jewish star cookie cutters. The recipe includes the basic icing instructions. Simply add a few drops of food coloring to make different fun colors. The key to getting the sprinkles to stick is to sprinkle while icing is very wet. I suggest sprinkling and icing (I use a pastry brush) on wire racks, with paper plates under the racks to catch the mess. Easy cleanup. Don't store or eat until cookies are completely dry so your icing doesn't smush (autocorrect was cool with "futz" and not "smush"?🤔). I used sanding sugar, sprinkles, and dragees in Hanukkah colors, all purchased at Michael's craft shop. Have I mentioned my deep love for Michael's? Better than Disney (anything is better than Disney when a human kid leash and those horrific turkey legs are involved 🍗).

Ingredients:

• 3/4 lb of butter
• 1 cup sugar
• 1 tsp vanilla extract
• 3.5 cups flour
• 1/4 tsp salt
• 1 cup confectioners sugar 

Directions:

• Mix ingredients together in a stand mixer.  Once ingredients are blended together place the dough on a floured board and shape into a disc.  Chill for half hour.
• Preheat oven to 350.  Roll the dough 1/2 inch thick and cut with a 3" round cutter.  Place on a baking sheet for 25 minutes.
• Place confectioners sugar with 2 tbs water to make a fine glaze.  Spoon a few drops on the cookies.  Enjoy!

Listen to All Along the Watchtower by The Jimi Hendrix Experience

Holiday Hell✨

Whether your holiday involves twinkly lights on a tree or eight candles on a brass base, I hope you're making it through okay. The holidays  are a notoriously tough time. Depression and suicide rates actually increase. There is so much expectation placed on Togetherness,
Joy, Family Time, and Merriment. If those expectations aren't somehow met, or if you find yourself surrounded by seemingly other "happy" people while you're in fact miserable, loneliness and sadness are compounded. The joy, both real and forced, can serve as a shitty reminder that you just don't feel that way right now. While everyone else is nestled happily in their little real life snow globe, you might want to slam that snow globe at the nearest wall. This is not unusual. It doesn't mean your life sucks. I kinda think the forced happiness is much harder to deal with when you put your head down at night...
 

Having said that, I am genuinely enjoying Hanukkah this year. I have been thinking about the symbolism of that highest candle on the menorah. The ninth one that's often raised above the rest. It's called the "shamash". It's job is to light the remaining candles. It is the chief source of light on the menorah. It isn't counted as one of the eight nights. It's not talked about very much. But every menorah has one. It's job is essential. It literally spreads light, fire, and warmth. It allows us to publicize the miracle of Hanukkah which is strength, perseverance, and survival. Jewish triumph aside, the shamash represents those qualities in each of us. We are all lit from within, no matter how dim some of our days are. Even in our darkest moments, we can always illuminate ourselves by coming home to our truth. By doing so, we have the power to light up the world. Every person who has ever impacted the world began as one little voice in the universe. They learned to crawl, speak, and run just like the rest of us. We all started out the same, maybe not with the same genetic talents or brilliances, but God put His light into the souls of all humans. It's our job to activate the switch. Darkness is never permanent. You're not as alone as you feel. You are more watched over than you know. You are not an accident. You indeed have light and warmth to give.

I've written about this before. I'll do it again. This idea is universal and infinite. It's not mine, and I don't claim to reinvent the wheel. But I'm turning it for you as much as I can, as I know you'd do for me when I'll need it. This year as I watch my candles burn, I'm not paying attention to numbers, or to gifts (ugh, I hate the gifts). I'm focusing on the shamash and using it as motivation to stay bright, so that I can lead with light. All we can do is that. It is the least we can, and it is the most.

I love you for eight days plus forever. ✨✨✨, LB

PS- you'll have your snow globe eventually.

Sweet potato pancakes 🍠

Happy holidays, y'all! Whatever you're celebrating, may it be a joyous time, filled with love and laughter. And latkes!

"Latkes" are the Yiddish word for fried potato pancakes. In Hebrew the word is "levivot", but god forbid we should simplify with just one name.  Jewish folks gobble them up during Hannukah at breakneck speed. We aren't a nation known for our metabolism😂, so there's definitely some damage control to be done after eight days of wolfing down giant tater tots, but so what.  A few extra cardio sessions is worth this annual yumminess.

The idea behind these deep fried treats is to commemorate the miracle of how a days worth of oil stretched to eight days. While the Jewish ancient holy temple was being desecrated and destroyed, the prolonging of the ability to use the oil to light the temple's menorah was a symbol of light and hope. Which is why each Jewish family lights their own menorah to this day. We light at a window to proudly publicize the Jewish victory and endurance throughout history. Say what you want about Jews, but we are survivors. Whatever your ethnicity, I hope it fills you with pride. Not exclusivity and superiority, but pride indeed.

Traditional latkes are made with regular Idaho potatoes. There are more recipes out there for that kind than all the Bubbies in the world would know what to do with. I was determined to create a variation on this classic, one that can be enjoyed on its own, having nothing to do with a holiday. I was aiming for increased sophistication as well, something that could be served objectively as a lovely party appetizer. I wanted to include present, yet not too strong , fresh ginger. Diced green scallions add a pop of color. I was thrilled with how these turned out. This JESScipe makes a lot to feed a crowd, so lessen the measurements if need be. Or increase! Just know you'll want to 🔫yourself after hours of frying. You'll feel like SpongeBob SquarePants, fry cook extraordinaire of Bikini Bottom. Personally, my loyalty has always been to Squidward.

You can make these bite size or larger, depending on what makes sense for your mood and menu. Bite size is great in a cocktail setting, larger as a side at a sit down meal. Served best with my JESScipe for homemade applesauce, please scroll down in Food to locate. It's my Bubbie Shirley's applesauce, and it's always a massive hit. Serve it on the side or put little dollops in the middle of each latke. Cute plating idea: give each guest a plate of latkes with a small bowl of sauce that they can dip themselves. Fantastic appetizer. Have extra napkins on hand, this is not the neatest of foods, though it's amongst the most delicious. The miracle here is to not eat all of them yourself😄.     

You are a miracle. Your life is a miracle. You are a source of light to at least a few people on this planet. Enjoy yourself. ✨✨✨ Lots of Latke Love, She.

INGREDIENTS:

8 cups grated sweet potato. Don't be a martyr; use a food processor. One large sweet potato equals 2 cups. The ones I bought were mammoth and seemed to have been injected with growth hormone shots.

Cup and a half finely chopped scallions, green parts.

I tbsp plus 1 tsp EACH kosher salt and fresh packed grated ginger.

2 and a half tsp fine ground black pepper.

5 eggs.

1/2 cup flour.

DIRECTIONS:

Mix all. Make full tbsp of the mixture and flatten. Fry in canola or vegetable oil, turning gently when lightly browned on each side. Experiment with how many minutes this takes. Should be a couple on each side. You've got plenty to test out, so freak not if the first few fall apart. Top with finely chopped scallions or chives to garnish with a dash of green. EN. JOY.

One D🤘🏻❌⭕️

Hey, there‼️ How are ya today❓So this shirt holds meaning for me for several reasons. I love the boy band One Direction, and am not over the fact that they broke up. I mean I'm not obsessed with them like I am over Led Zeppelin, but their music gives me a huge kick in the pants. That being said, the solo efforts of Zayne, Niall, and Liam have been very impressive. I did NOT see the Liam thing coming. I'd assumed he'd be the one to fade into oblivion. I happily stand corrected!

Since the group is no longer, that makes this shirt a collectors item. I do love the baseball T style, just the right dose of tomboy "yeah whatever". The other, and more important reason why I love this shirt is because my mother in law bought it for me. Awhile back, when she was pretty ill with cancer, she insisted on taking my girls to the One D pop up shop in Times Square. She was so cute, she kept referring to the band as One Dimension. That store was a madhouse, and I went so that she wouldn't get washed away in a sea of fandom. She loved comparing this to Beatlemania. We loved hearing her wax nostalgic about her own adolescent musical tastes. She honestly wasn't really up for this outing, but she wanted to keep her promise to her granddaughters, that she'd go with them. This shirt was her gift to me that day. Mothers in law typically buy other kinds of gifts; jewelry, Shabbos candlesticks, a purse etc. But mine got the perfect thing for me.  It was an unique, fun gift indicative of our unique, fun bond. We both got a big kick out of silly stuff like this.

I'm grateful she insisted on going, despite my trying to convince her to stay home and rest. My girls have a beautiful memory of their Baba. What better concert merch is there❓Making memories from music is everlasting. The embroidered bell bottoms, a style my MIL loved back in her day, were the perfect pairing. I actually began this look with the jeans. Yeah, it could have worked with a white t shirt, but that's so boring. The fun jeans required the right top to maintain the kicky mood throughout. The red in both pieces works together. I love how 🔴 keeps working its way into my outfits. Such a bold, proud color. These jeans were a real find at Century 21, when I was hunting for cool stuff for Fashion Week. Treasure trove‼️. I'm going to have fun wearing these... As far as my life in general, things are moving in One Direction💌🔝.

Only way to go is forward and up. Thanks, Mom, for continuously inspiring me in so many ways. Look what we got from just buying a silly t shirt... ❌⭕️❌⭕️, Lady Blaga

Listen to Come Clean by Jeru the Damaja

Croutons, It's On‼️

Ok, this is a fun, monkey proof JESScipe 🙊. Hey, Sarrah! I conceived of this little gem a few years ago while I was prepping for Rosh Hashana. I was serving a choice of soups, and had the notion to make festive, apple shaped croutons. Easy! A loaf of whole wheat bread and apple shaped cookie cutter were pretty much all I needed. This was fun, easy, and a major crowd people. Guests go crazy for the little personal touches. It's so ❤️ warming to know that your hostess went above and beyond to entertain and welcome you. I used the cookie cutter to make little bread apples. I brushed a pan with olive oil, then brushed the tops with oil too. Sprinkled on a drop of kosher salt, some garlic powder, and oregano. Baked in a 400 oven until golden brown and crisp. Let them cool in pan completely so they really crisp up. You can use any shaped cookie cutter for any occasion. Here I used stars. I kept these on hand and use them for soup or  as toast points for various toppings. Lox, tuna, whitefish salad, cream cheese, egg salad , chopped veggies, and guacamole are all delicious. It's a welcome sub for a cracker. Also lovely on top of a salad. The personalization of the shapes makes for a fun, pretty detail. Added bonus: I save the cut out bread slices, put them on a buttered griddle, and cook eggs inside them. Star shaped egg toast for breakfast anyone? 🙋🏼🍞

Gotta Start Somewhere

I have been waxing nostalgic about my first paid blog related gig. Making any sort of income was not something I ever thought would be in the cards for me. This is not a complaint whatsoever. I am very blessed to have my family financially provided for. As I've written about, I say blessings before I eat. I know what a luxury it is to have a refrigerator full of food, constant running water, heat in my home, and education for my children. I have never lacked those things, which does not mean I take them for granted. The world is full of people with three jobs, struggling to make ends meet. I am in awe of those people, especially when they simultaneously manage to raise happy, well actualized children. Dinner time is hard enough without having to worry about whether or not you can afford dinner.

For almost twenty years I was a housewife (I hate that term) and stay at home mom, which I loved. However, I needed more for myself as a woman and as an individual. The monotonous routine and sameness of every single week was literally mind numbing. As in, my mind was actually going numb. Creativity always exists, but it is a muscle that must be flexed consistently or it will atrophy. People usually associate atrophy with the physical body. The same holds true for our spiritual and emotional beings. When the intangible is neglected, it starts to dry up. What's going on inside of us is a massive bouquet of wildflowers. If not watered and loved, we dry up, crumble, and disappear. If anything, nurturing and tending to our souls may be more important than taking care of our bodies, since our souls will outlive their physical encasements. It was always such a compliment when people would tell me I have talents. But with no proof of that, I stopped believing it. At a certain point it feels delusional to convince myself I can be more than what I am, when I've seen no evidence of that. I'm a results person. I make mental lists. My lists are less frantic since I'm calmer in general, in knowing that I'm now accomplishing so much. Which leads to excitement about what I will accomplish in the future.

For so many years I'd cling to past achievements, again, listing them to talk myself off the preverbal ledge. Ticking off memories such as reading poetry at my local NYC Barnes and Noble when I was nine months pregnant with my second child (cool, right?). Writing all the lyrics and assisting with musical direction for a children's CD when I was 24 (lol, CDs 💿). Two of my kids don't even know I did the second thing. None of them know I did the first thing, which just occurred to me. Past accomplishments lose their luster over time, because while time passes, the past is simply stuck. It's not real anymore. It may have been great, but it no longer exists. The future is even less real, in that it hasn't happened yet. What are we left with? The present. At any given second of any moment, it is always the present. We are enveloped in the NOW. Don't rely on past memories to satiate you. Enjoy them, but don't use them as a crutch. Do not assume future happiness based on imagined, hypothetical scenarios. They are pure fabrication. This is not easy. I am a huge visitor of the past, and an even greater imaginer of the future. The scripts I write in my mind for future conversations, scenarios, and assumptions could be motion pictures. What a waste of brain power! It's just noise in my head, and I'm much happier when my mind doesn't go off the rails in those directions. If my body is in my kitchen but my head is in Miami of 1999, or in Tel Aviv of 2030, I've got zero shot of alignment😂. Funny but serious.

The worst is when I envision highly detailed dialogues or confrontations with someone. So stupid. Human, but stupid nonetheless. A mantra that really helps me is "no expectations, no attachments, no assumptions, no analysis". It's wordy but I couldn't omit any of these ideas. I came up with this a couple months ago, and I hold onto it when I need to. Which means constantly. When I click with this, there is instant lightness. To over analyze is to set yourself up for failure. I'm a highly analytical person, so I needed this lesson. This is a lesson in mental restraint. It feels good to give your mind a break so it can be filled with other productive things. It's like cleaning out your closet; making room for useful, quality items by un cluttering that which you don't use or need. There's a reason closet cleaning immediately feels so good. Excess never serves us. It distracts from what we need to really be doing. Editing and un cluttering my life in so many ways has allowed me the newfound space to rediscover my buried creativity.

I have dragged out my dire need to create and express. It's like finding a prized, invaluable antique in an attic and dusting it off. Everyone is excited when they find something like this! Treasures must be polished and preserved before they are able to be enjoyed. In terms of finding myself, first I had to decide to open the attic door, open it, search, locate, dust off, unearth, and  shine myself up. Then I had to decide to maintain that shine! Why should I sit underneath a pile of useless junk?? No way. This is not selfish, which women are often taught. God forbid we direct our attention inward 🙄. The second we take our nurturing away from someone else we get criticized. Whatever. Giving myself permission to proudly display myself has led me to my original thought, that being my first paid blog job. It's not the money, it's the acknowledgment. It's seeing direct results from all the love and originality I've poured into the blog. Through this source I'm able to feed my inner source. Lady Blaga is so many things for me: a platform for my numerous ideas, a home for my feelings, a connector to both myself and others. It's given me concrete proof of my persistence and versatility. I'm so proud of how many topics I cover each week. Four articles is quite a lot of work, but I'd never cut back. It's good to push myself. It gives shape to my weeks.

Writing is a haven for me. I can always escape to my list of Blaga homework as a means of solace. The blog is a means of showing my kids I can do more than make grilled cheese and shop for school supplies. I've met amazing people and have been presented with incredible opportunities thus far. Opening my attic door opened my life to all sorts of experiences, the blog enabling that. For the blog I cook, I write, I style, I emote. I am on a constant quest for new ideas to share. I hope I inspire. Even if I have to write a seemingly superficial style post, I enjoy it. If you like reading it, I love writing it! I have deadlines, which keeps my mind on track and gives me a sense of importance. For creative types, our minds can feel like the Wild West. There's a lot going on in my little head! Blaga harnesses my wildness and directs me. It gives my life order and excitement. Writing and creating is therapy. Becoming a DJ will be my ultimate therapy as well.  When that happens, you'll know about it through this channel. It's all working together. All parts of us converge naturally when we honor ourselves.

The money I made wasn't much, but I couldn't have been prouder. I have a lovely photo to prove it. My smile is a thousand watts in that picture... That payment represents my decision to delve into my own life. There are always fears and excuses. Don't wait. Put money in your spiritual bank and reap the rewards of self discovery. Happiness and inner peace are indeed the riches of life. Invest in your heart every day, and the interest will grow. Peeps, that was a double entendre😏. ❤️, Lady Blaga 🔑🚪🔎

Jewel Toned Jewess

Lol this title 😂‼️ Hey, Man, always be loud and proud🙌🏻. Of both your heritage, and the way you look. Sometimes, pride is simply found in getting up to take a shower that includes hair washing. When we feel very overwhelmed or down, even basic cleanliness can feel like too much to deal with. I get it. I've been there. You can't tell based on all these picture perfect images,  that is the result of a terrific glam squad and an ultra talented photographer. Yes, I can style an outfit. I enjoy that creative process.

Just understand that these photos represent a certain moment in time. I don't always look like this. I'm not always in a good, balanced mood. I've had to overcome and deal with many difficulties in life, as well as typical petty nonsense. I work on my headspace constantly. It's the best investment we can possibly make.  However, I am at a place where I feel more balanced than ever. I'm stronger, more aware of how complete I am, and have better coping mechanisms and tools to react in a manner in which I deserve.  What I mean by that is, when I react badly I feel badly. When I respond patiently and retain composure, I feel proud and good. How we react to things is one of the greatest gifts we can give to ourselves. The recipient of your response gets over it much quicker than you do. You'll carry that shit around for days. Don't punish yourself.             

Now let's talk style. My smile is so wide and bright here because I love this freaking outfit! It made me so happy to wear it. I began with the shimmery orange pleated skirt. I was on the hunt for a midi length pleated skirt, and found this gem at Maje. I love the combination of subtle shine and structure of the pleats. This length skirt is so cool and versatile. Cool sneakers, a pump, high heeled boots, or a loafer. I looooooved these shiny, magenta ones. You had me at "shiny and magenta". A basic loafer is too conservative for me, but it's indeed a very clean, practical shoe. The shoe gods smiled upon Lady B by making this pair this way. Thanks, Dudes🙌🏻.

The pink and orange don't compete with each other here. They are like two cool pals in on the same joke, exchanging a secret wink😉😉. They get each other. The skirt is the bigger item obviously, but it's not in your face. The look calms down as it goes up, leading up to the crisp blue/black t shirt. I rolled up the sleeves to sharpen it more. A crisp sleeve roll can make a look, whether it's on a button down, t shirt, blazer, or coat. Topping off this outfit is a vintage black leather cap that I usually wear to the front. It's amazing what a tiny adjustment can do. That's a metaphor, think about that one... By turning the cap back and to the side, it instantly became softer and more playful. Front wouldn't have looked right here. It's too strong. I only knew that once I futzed around with it. I felt quite French and tres chic💋!  Above all, this was really comfortable. A t shirt, looser skirt, and flats; ingredients for wearable comfort food. Yummy😋. I haven't worn colors this bright in awhile. It felt good! Ya can't be pissed when you're dressed like this. Every choice we make determines the flow of our day. Every single one. It's all part of mindfulness, knowing what works for us in all areas. Pleats and Thank You, The 🐝

Great Expectations

Wow. Ok... So as y'all know, I was so excited to take yet another cherished solo jaunt to Israel. I don't go away that often, so when I do, I expect these vacations to fuel me for a long while. We all do, right? That's the point: a break from our everyday life. A reminder of the excitement and newness of life. A reminder that we are so much more than our mundane schedules and routines. A reminder that we are creatures with open minds, hearts, and eyes, who have a desire to explore new things (whether we know it or not). A reminder that we simply know how to have fun.
 Since this trip was centered around a certain event, a bar mitzvah, it was not spontaneous. I bought my ticket months in advance and made all sorts of plans. I knew there'd be many periods where I'd just wing it, and walk around alone (which I love to do), but the meat of the trip was definitely comprised of plans, assumptions, and expectations. We have all heard a million times how we should never have expectations. While there is great value in that philosophy, it's simply not possible all the time. For instance, if you planned a special day with your fam for Mother's Day, you damn well expect a special day on Mother's Day. If you planned to lose weight by going on a crazy strict diet, of course you expect to lose a few pounds eating all that air. You get the drift; while too many expectations fill our minds with imaginary realities (since we are expecting the future which hasn't yet occurred), thereby taking up precious mental real estate, we are indeed human. And humans want a lot of shit. We want it so much that we will it to happen with hopes, plans, and expectations. We use calendars to organize and control. To expect is to be human. I will not blame myself for thinking that carefully executed plans made meticulously in advance with a friend wouldn't have panned out. I had every reason to believe things were going to unfold the way they were supposed to. But, as is often the case, they did not. Capital D, capital N: Did Not.

As I've alluded to on the instastories, that week in Israel was complex. Good parts, bad parts, and necessary parts. That's not how you want to describe a hard earned vacation. You want a one word answer; Great! Awesome! Rejuvenating! Pick a happy word, there are tons to choose from. Those are the words people ideally employ to sum up a vacation. I'm not one of those people who gets away with one word answers in general. People "expect" way more from me. I take it as a compliment that they really do want to hear my musings about random topics, however sometimes I wish I can give a succinct, concise response, not make eye contact, and call it a day. Someone recently told me,

"You're too engaging for your own good".

This is a challenge as a writer. I very much want to share, yet out of respect for my own privacy, I need to restrain myself a bit. That's why the blog has been a good lesson for me; engage, share, open up, but maintain sacred space for myself and my family. Crucial, necessary life lesson.             This is the thing about expectations; they often don't happen. Which is majorly important since we learn to reroute. There are literally two ways to react when things don't go "our" way; sit home, cry, and freak out. OR, adjust, move on, and make the best of it. I recently heard to not view these scenarios as anxiety provoking, rather see them as challenges we can indeed overcome. I also loved the Prince EA Instagram video about how life's hiccups are not boulders but stepping stones. Follow him by the way. These concepts took up permanent residence in my confused head last week. They saw me through a potentially disastrous week. No way was I going to let my precious  vacation be hijacked by unforeseen circumstances. I've been through way worse, I could handle this. Handle it I did. Not without sadness, not without some loneliness, not without frustration and disbelief, but I handled the F out of this trip. It was either work around this new set of facts I was given, or get railroaded by them. I think we all know I'm not the "get railroaded" type...     

Here are some examples. I expected to spend a lot of time in this beautiful apartment I was all jazzed up about renting. Instead, I was barely there, and therefore spent hours walking around exploring new parts of Tel Aviv. I navigated random streets and neighborhoods on foot. I learned where the good markets and shops were. Foreign country, by myself, 👊🏻👏🏻. I had expected to be occupied on Saturday.  Instead, I was not, and so I entered a synagogue I stumbled upon in my neighborhood. I went in on Friday night to say hello, promising to be back the next day. I returned with nuts and raisins for the community meal following services. I prayed, always a comfort to me. I met the locals, and ate lunch with them (there's this one older gentleman who cooks for the congregation each week. David. He was so excited to have a new customer). I felt so welcome. I loved the varied appearances in that synagogue. For example, there was a young man with long, curly payot wearing a huge, white yalkmuka. With an earring. All the synagogues I've ever known would be up in arms if a man attended services in a big earring. Dress, background, none of that matters in Israel. The focus is simply not about nonsense like that. It's very refreshing. I had expected to get together with a certain friend one night. Instead, I got my hair blown then watched the sunset with the hairdresser and his friend. The sunset in Israel is a valued, wonderful event. I almost missed it...

I expected to cook everyday in my apartment. Instead I found cheap, local places to eat delicious food that I hadn't previously tried. I expected to hang out with one group of people the majority of the time. Instead, I met other groups of people and we went to some super cool clubs and bars. If you go to TLV, go to Jimmy Who and Radio. If you're in Jaffa, hit up Akbar. New, new, new. I expected to be looked after. Instead, I looked after myself. It was a whole new level of resilience that was revealed to me. I expected to not want to come home. Instead, I couldn't wait. It's very healthy to want to return home. I felt so clear on my immediate goals for my life now. I smiled on the plane, feeling so grateful that I know what I want to do with my life. What a gift. Too many people never really uncover that in time. I had always expected to be one of them... My head was cleared of certain thoughts that had taken up most of my thoughts and energy for months. That is no longer, and so I'm clear to fill that space with things that deserve to be there. Ideas, dreams, and visions that are worthy of the front row in my mind. Out with the old, in with the You. While we can't always get what we want, we might just find that we get what we need. We are all just Rolling Stones. I expect today will be a good one for all of us. You are more adaptable than you realize. You should really start to realize it.

Love , Lady Blaga ❌❤️❌❤️

Tweedy Bird

J'adore a cool suit! Having been forced to wear them in my youth, as in from the time I was 10, I naturally became revolted by them and took a long hiatus. Elementary school girls need not look like they are en route to chair the annual  Hadassah luncheon. I didn't shop for myself, but I think that may just have been the style in the 80's. Thanks, Dynasty! Suits, SHOULDER PADS, double breasted everything, oy vey. That look suited almost no one. The right suit, however, is a fabulous wardrobe essential. When worn in an unexpected way, you take an old classic and instantly make it cool and current. My suits of yesteryear were worn with white tights ugly pumps, and a pin of some sort. A pin??? I was not allowed to leave the house unless my hair was straightened. I was essentially indiscernible from every Bubbie.

I re embraced suits several years ago, loving how chill they could look with a cool t shirt and sneakers. I love menswear, and I feel thin when my clothing is a little loose on me😝, so a relaxed fit works beautifully. This J crew spring tweed never lets me down. It's pulled together, whether I'm wearing a classic fitted button down or a funny t shirt. I like to juxtapose the inherent seriousness of a suit with humor underneath. Otherwise we are back to Carrington territory. I like my clothing to have personality and some kind of easy message. One day that message might be strength, one day glamour, one day funny. Mood dependent. This time I put on a witty T from Unfortunate Portrait and old school Doc Martens, another classic. I dress super quickly, and this outfit really put me on the express lane. Three pieces, shoes, out the door. The jacket looks great on, off, or over the shoulders. Cool, comfortable, clean. Tweed doesn't mean Town and Country uptight. T shirts don't mean shlumpy. Doc Martens don't mean you're clinging to your youth. Nothing means anything. It's all how you feel.

Kill it today, LB

Golden Cauliflower

It's not so often you go nuts for cauliflower. It's not the sexiest veggie, but it's quite versatile. I roast it this way at least twice a week. The roasting setting on the oven really caramelizes vegetables, giving us that perfect texture and taste. The turmeric used here gives a deep, middle eastern color and flavor. Turmeric is having a major moment right now, for its anti inflammatory properties. It's being used in tea, in supplements for joint pain, in dressings. I will sometimes put a few dashes in stews and on grilled chicken. This JESScipe is fast and easy, how we like our vegetable sides. Who has time to futz with a side dish on a hectic weeknight? Chop, spice, mix, oven, done.
 

Ingredients: 

• Two heads cauliflower chopped into smallish florets.
• 2 tbsp garlic powder
• 2 tsp kosher salt
• 1.5 tsp coarse group or fine pepper
• 1 tbsp Jerusalem spice
• 1 tbsp turmeric powder
• 2 tbsp dried oregano.
• One lemon, half thinly sliced, the other half squeezed into the pan.

Feel free to toss in a couple of thinly sliced or minced fresh garlic, if you are like me and like it extra garlicky. It won't be too much, don't worry. Pass the breath mints!  Mix all very well. Adjust seasonings as needed. The cauliflower should be a bright yellow. Add more turmeric if needed.

Roast on 425 for at least 30 minutes. The cauliflower should be a deep golden brown when it's ready. I like it well done and slightly shriveled. The roasted lemons look and smell beautiful. The yellow 🍋 are a wonderful accompaniment to the yellow color. There's a nice visual theme. This look gorgeous on a white platter or bowl. For a real crowd pleasing side dish extravaganza, please revisit some past Lady Blaga veggie side dishes. Choose three of your faves, and make a large platter. Line them up each in a row. You'll serve a beautiful selection of fresh, delicious vegetables. All can be made a day in advance and brought to room temp. Garnish with fresh herbs. For an extra middle eastern crunch, toast some pine nuts and toss with the cauliflower right before serving. Enjoy! ❌⭕️❌⭕️, Lady B

College Dropout

Fun fact: I did not graduate college. I have one semester remaining. I was pregnant with my daughter, and was on bed rest while my classmates took their finals. My life was just in a different stage already. It doesn't bother me, and I'm lucky that not having that degree has not affected my life. Of course I wholeheartedly believe in the great importance of education, but the fact of the matter is, is that I'm technically a college dropout.

Right now I have no plans to go back, but who knows?  Maybe I'll be one of those 75 year old women who gets to finally put on a cap and gown, while her classmates cheer like mad for the old lady who finally graduated 👏🏻🙋🏼📚. Omg, those caps are so stupid looking🙄.

BUT, dressing like a student is something I can do! Youthful delusions aside, since I still feel like I'm 16 in some ways, I can most def rock a varsity jacket😎. This bright green Maje jacket was too cool for school. Needed! I adore jackets and all sorts of outerwear. I've never had a varsity jacket, and was excited to add this to my collection. Most of my coats date back many years. A good piece, like a good brain, is always in style. I never understood that age old idea of high school girls acting like morons to get boys to like them. Why would anyone act dumb, at any point in life?? Being smart, studious, and educated is of vital importance. I'd be so sad if my daughters ever felt that they had to just sit there and foolishly giggle around boys. A smart chick is rad.

This jacket is a distinct style and color, but it's versatile. Wear it over jeans, a long pleated skirt, tailored black slacks, or over loose athletic pants like I did here. These pants are from Sweaty Betty, a line of workout wear (I refuse to say athleisure). The key is the tapered ankle to clean up the look. Cool sneakers would be great here, but I had to make use of the green by putting on my platform oxfords with the same shade💚An Oxford is also a classic collegiate shoe, so that was the kicky theme✏️🔒📗. I'm giving myself a ✔️ for this cute outfit. Or, if you were a fan of the 90's show "In Living Color", I'll give myself "two snaps, a twist, and a kiss" 💋.

Be smart, always. Dumb yourself down for no one ever.

Love, Lady B+

Just Beet It

While I'm not the biggest beet fan, I love them in this substantial salad. I made this up a couple years ago, and it's always a big hit. It's one of those heartier salads that can easily be a beautiful, vegan/vegetarian meal. There's lots of great stuff going on here: red quinoa, diced red onion, shaved fennel, mint, toasted pumpkin seeds, and pomegranate seeds. All an accompaniment to the full flavored, beautiful slices of red and yellow beets. I admit I buy the beets sliced from this magical produce store I keep mentioning. Supposedly beets are a giant pain in the ass to peel and slice, so throwing money at that problem is a big time saver.

Making a salad should be easy, fast, and enjoyable. I've proudly become quite adept at making vinaigrettes. I hated all dressings until very recently, always preferring to eat my salads plain. I really like that taste of vegetables so I never felt lacking. Perhaps it's indicative of tastebud evolution, that I now appreciate certain dressings. They must remain light, both in color and texture. If I see anything creamy, I bolt. A salad should never be drowning. The point of a dressing is to enhance the natural flavors of the ingredients, not mask or alter them. That would be a darn shame. Sadly, we are not a big salad eating family, so I get to play when I entertain. It makes me happy that my friends look forward to this bejeweled salad. The sparkly pomegranate seeds lend such a sweet tartness. The jewel toned beets are perfect for Fall, rich in color and flavor after being roasted. The fennel and chopped mint add refreshing depth. And the quinoa and pumpkin seeds bring heartiness and crunch. All the various flavors and textures work as a symphony.

When making a vinaigrette, I like to use a juice of a featured ingredient to act as a compliment. For instance, I use heart healthy pomegranate juice here to highlight the pomegranate seeds. I use a vinegar that will complement as well, so here I use a slightly sweeter champagne vinegar. It's fun experimenting with the right juices and vinegars. I feel so accomplished when I quickly nail that down. And I loooooove using my whisk! I feel like I'm on Iron Chef, briskly whisking.

Directions:

Preheat oven to 400. I like the roast setting to caramelize the beets. Upper oven rack.

Lightly brush a pan with olive oil. Arrange beets in a single layer. I make one pan of yellow and one red. I'd say a dozen slices of each color. Lightly brush the slices with olive oil, sprinkle with salt and pepper. Roast for 20 minutes or until beets are easily pierced. Soft but not mushy. Let cool off and come to room temp.

In a large bowl mix four cups of mesclun greens. I like how the red in the mesclun works with the red beets and Pom seeds. A cup each of Pom seeds, pumpkin seeds, diced red onion.  Two cups shaved or thinly sliced fennel (I'm no martyr; I buy the fennel shaved too, but cutting fennel is easy and kinda fun). Feel free to add more of whatever you feel may need it.

A cup of red quinoa, cooled after being prepared according to package directions. A packed cup of finely chopped mint. Toss to combine well. Then toss with most of the dressing, reserving some to drizzle. Place in a fairly flat large serving bowl or platter. Layer alternating rows of beets, overlapping them.

Dressing:

• Half cup each olive oil and pomegranate juice.
• Three quarters tsp kosher salt, half tsp pepper
• Two TBSP champagne vinegar.

Whisk vigorously. If preparing this a day in advance, just bring the beetsand dressing to room temp before assembling.

This will look like pretty stripes! Sprinkle Pom and pumpkin seeds on top, then drizzle with the extra dressing. Voila! For added affect, play "Beat It" by Michael Jackson. Half kidding. And the beat/beet goes on... Love, the 🐝