Fall for Everything: Transitional Layering

I love the summertime.  It’s so fun, carefree, romantic, and warm (clearly); after all, people get so into it that they write songs about summertime emotions that they feel.  But we’re moving on, year; aren’t we?  Don’t get stuck.  Don’t get left behind.

There are merits to autumn as well – one of my favorites is transitional layering…and hats. See below.

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Photography: Samuel

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sweet potato crust pizza with squash blossoms, figs & goat cheese

Lately, I’ve been all about the chia seeds.  Perhaps it’s all in my head, but they keep me full and pumped with energy – rather than my 2 usual consumption cases of 1) not having time to eat at all or 2) eating all of the pizza.  It was Monday night, I did not have any #weekendtk plans, so I got some sweet potatoes and wanted to make a guilt-free pizza!  Here’s how it went:

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  1. Peel and chop up 3 small – medium sized sweet potatoes and add them to a pot of boiling water with:
    • half a teaspoon of coarse sea salt,
    • half a teaspoon of cayenne (if you’re a spicy chef comme moi),
    • half a teaspoon of ginger (I used ginger powder, next time I might try freshly ground).
  2. In a separate pan, heat up a tablespoon of olive oil and throw in 4-ish cloves of coarsely chopped garlic. Cook for 2 minutes.
  3. Add in your prepared squash blossoms (2-3 cups; they cook down a lot) and cook for an additional 3 minutes
    • How to prepare squash blossoms, you ask?:
      • Cut off the ends
      • Strip stalks of epidermis (OMG, I’m such a nerd, but honestly, what else do you call it?)
      • Wash thoroughly
      • Dry
  4. Set aside your squash blossoms
  5. Once your sweet potatoes are soft enough to easily pierce with a knife or fork, drain the water and add in about one third of your cooked squash blossoms
  6. Mash that mixture up really well (I actually used my hand blender – thanks MKB!)
  7. Add:
    • three quarters of a cup of almond flour,
    • one quarter of a cup of chia seeds,
    • one teaspoon of baking soda,
    • and half a teaspoon of coarse sea salt to your mash.
  8. Knead that. Knead it like you mean it.
  9. Press the dough into your lightly olive-oiled baking pan in whatever shape you want to make your pizza (it should be about 1/3 to 1/2 and inch thick)
  10. Bake that at 400 degrees Fahrenheit for 15 minutes or until the edges look slightly browned and happy.
  11. Take that out of the oven and add your remaining squash blossoms to the top – bake for an additional 7ish minutes.
  12. Top with figs and chèvre and broil for an additional 3 – 5 minutes.
  13. Eat.

Bon appétit!

Huckleberry Kim

 

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A group of my work pals have been on a very inspiring #healthyliving kick lately; we’ve been encouraging each other with workouts and clean eats.  Everyone got Spiralizers, and I hopped on the bandwagon.  The following are the steps for my easy first zoodle meal (zoodle = zucchini noodle).  It literally takes 15 minutes to prepare.  I’m also a wizard.

  • Spiralize 1 zucchini (honestly, I wanted to do this recipe with a sweet potato, but couldn’t be bothered to look that hard for sweet potatoes at the grocery store. next time.)
  • In a medium-sized pan, sautée 3 cloves of coarsely chopped garlic in 1 tbsp of olive oil.
  • Add a handful of enoki mushrooms (after having chopped off the ends, washed, and loosely separated them).
  • MIX IT UP (for like 45 seconds).
  • Combine 3 tbsps of seaweed flakes with 1 tsp of roasted seasame seeds and 1/2 tsp of wasabi powder (+/- to taste).
  • Add salt and pepper to taste.
  • Throw in your zoodles and cook for an additional 90 seconds or to desired zoodle-texture.
  • Top with fresh sea urchin and garnish with fresh salmon roe.
    • It looks very pretty plated with the sea-friends on top, though next time I think I’ll blend up the sea urchin and spices and toss with the ikura to get better zoodle-coverage…I mean who am I trying to impress anyway, right?

Bon Appétit!

xx, Huckleberry Kim

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Living on the Edge: in Brooklyn (with Teenage Boys)

Perhaps you didn’t hear, but it was sort of a big deal when I moved to Brooklyn (practically had to beg de Blasio not to throw a parade about it) {*Side note, remind me to tell you more about my first NYC parade experience… which of course was the peak of the 2014 Dominican Day Parade when I was just trying to meet a friend, Shari, for brunch [for reference, here’s some tame documentation of the D.D.P] Blaring music, prom dresses, fist pumping, closed streets, you get it – I have never felt like more of a lamb in all my life. I digress..

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mobile shot by kelly d at brooklyn desks;

{ wearing tank by Theory (similar), bag by Dooney & Bourke, and Current/Elliott jeans (similar), summer ale by Brooklyn Brewery }

Williamsburg has been good to me.  I was instantly swooning the first moment we met.  It was at a coffee shop called Pudge Knuckles; the Americanos were hot, the Atlantic breeze was cool, and Danny’s Song was playing (not kidding you).   The vibes in Brooklyn remind me more of home back on the west coast (you know where I’d left my heart, sat on docks of the bay, and wore flowers in my hair).  Don’t get me wrong, Manhattan is fantastic; he evokes that GSD-drive, is super intelligent, and is a fun fellow to hang out with. He’s just not what I’m looking for in a neighborhood at this point in my life; I mean, let’s be real: there’s probably a point on most Saturdays where he suggests doing multiple shots of Patrón.  

Brooklyn’s a borough I could see myself actually have a real relationship with (with, not in; don’t. get. any. ideas.).  He knows how to ride a bike but isn’t pretentious about it, always picks a place with a good selection of whiskey, can teach me something beautiful regularly, is never too aggressive and always open to suggestions.  Granted the L train is my hell train – so deeply imbued with ironic tattoos, brown beards, pink hair, and the greenest condescension – it wouldn’t be so terrible if there was a little more courtesy and a little less sweat, but I figure you can’t love everything about everyone anyway.

Living on the edge:

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I came to New York a few months ago with a couple of bags, my guitar, and an optimistic pessimism that nothing can be as bad as it had been before.  AirBnB has perpetuated my transient, #livingontheedge, lifestyle for some time now (thanks Nathan, Brian and Joe – expect a call from my mother).  And since I’ve always been an exceptionally adaptable lady, moving around and meeting new people in new ‘hoods has been OK.

The last place I stayed at was a converted store front artists’ collective from which I was subletting a room from a sweet gal.  It was a last minute move, so I’ll admit that I likely didn’t ask all of the questions I should’ve asked.  Like, how many other people are living in the place?  Are there any pets?  How many bathrooms are there?  I didn’t ask, she didn’t tell, but oh by golly did I find out!

There were a lot of roommates – including at least 5 teenage boys, 1 sweet puppy, and 2 pet rats belonging to one of those aforementioned boys.  Disclaimer: it’s unlikely that any of them were actually teenage boys between the ages of 13 – 19; though they fell into the bucket when for the 10th time I walked by in common space, conversations would stop and eyes would gaze upon me as if first sighting Tink in the Lost Boys basecamp.

There was 1 full bathroom.  There were no windows. Oh, by the way, did I ever mention that rats are perhaps my biggest fear ever?  Aren’t there enough of those things in this city already?

Some might’ve left straight away (or at least after seeing the caged-rats), holed-up at the nearest hotel-tonight and looked again in the morning.  Some (maybe even my 19-year-old-self) would have shrugged, made some drinks and not given any of it a thought like a teenager whose parents were in Maui for the week.

I adapted. There weren’t any windows, but I had 2 lights!  Sure, there were pet-rats, but the sweet puppy reminded me of the puppies-from-years-passed that I missed so much.  No A/C, no problem – my crop tops have never gotten so much time on the field!  Teenage boys are some of the most awkward things in the world, but I wouldn’t be who I am today if I didn’t grow from and learn to appreciate their wonder at some point in life (see following):

I guess my point here is: figure it out.  I only have 2 pairs of shoes with me right now – TWO.  Stop complaining and call your mothers more often.

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Situational Snaps:

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Well, glad that’s over.

xx, Huckleberry Kim

Yellow: Silk and Coldplay

Hi, my name’s TK, and I love silk, reality, sweet voices, and guitar sounds. Really though, particularly the silk. If I could be draped in silk, always, I’d go out on a limb and say I’d be blissfully happy, always.  Yeah, care instructions for silks can be inconvenient; though I’m rather fond of the habitual loop – the soft steam.  A lot of the best and most beautiful things in life are the most delicate, impressionable, and responsive, which I’d argue are worth the extra bits of love and care.  And if that statement didn’t just make you feel feelings, move along.

Plus, silk just feels so goodWhat could be more real than tactile good, right?  Mmm.
Huckleberry Yellow My wardrobe is not full of color.  It’s packed with a lot of neutrals – a lot of black.  Actually, let’s take it a step further and get anecdotal:  We all know how much I love silk (see above) (and Everlane); so when Everlane released sleeveless silks this Spring, after immediately snatching the black and white pieces in my cart, I did actually hesitate with the marigold (but of course went with the good old Huckleberry instincts and am so satisfied with my decision). Cue stage left, Yellow. Yerro. This Levi’s Made and Crafted silk top has a really subtle micro-pattern to it, which I’m a fan of only half as much as I am of the buttons down the back (which is a lot of fandome).  It’s another slouchy one (oy vey, it seems everything slouches on me nowadays), which has been perfect in the warm breezes of this New York City summer.

Tell me, can a girl have too many silk tops?

Chris Martin knows what I want to hear

Photography: Mitch Blummer

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xx,

HuckleberryKim

Ice Buckets, Buckets of Ice

It was a hot weekend in Williamsburg – ideal timing to participate in the #ALSicebucketchallenge.

Though I don’t make it a habit to partake in viral social media campaigns, I find the convergence of community, awareness, and generosity within the ALS Ice Bucket Challenge to be utterly inspiring and brilliant.

Nearly 5 years ago when my grandmother was diagnosed with ALS, very few people I spoke with knew what ALS is; I’m feeling quite optimistic that that’s changing.

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