Crazy Beach Discovery

Only in Venice? How to explain the fact that a deceased seal (or sea lion?) was dressed in clothes on the shore at Venice breakwater today? Hmmmm. We saw a lifeguard vehicle race across the sand with its siren on and we spotted several police cars parked near Windward. By the rocks, three yellow lifeguard vehicles were parked on the sand and surfers, joggers, and bikers were gathered by the graffiti wall to see what the fuss was about. This did not look good. Then the officers stopped on their way back to their cars to tell us what they found, explaining that it was a prank (and not the first time they’ve been victim to a prank like this). Obviously, we were all relieved to find out that no person was hurt, but the discovery that a seal was dressed in pants and a shirt left us perplexed. Who would take the time to find clothing for–and actually dress–a dead mammal?

Now, I cannot resist this: Here is Seal singing “Crazy.”

Hoorah for Spring



The first day of summer is one of my favorite days of the year, but the first day of spring is almost as celebratory. Growing up on Long Island, the arrival of summer meant it was time for some fun: School’s out! Let’s hit the beach! But before carefree summer days, we had the warm-up. When spring came, there was always a sigh of relief. After months of freezing temps, bitter wind, and rain and snow, we were ready for a break. Come on, bring on the sunshine and warmth. Let’s see some green and those flowers. The seasons are less defined in Southern California but it’s still exciting to know that spring has sprung. Weeeeeeeeeeee.

The song for the day comes from Mr. Tom Waits:

Do Dip, Don’t Waste


During our St. Patrick’s Day feast this week, I discovered that Irish soda bread tastes even better when you dip it into the liquid goodness at the bottom of the crockpot that was used to cook the corned beef, cabbage, potatoes, carrots, and celery (no recipe to print here: just put in all in the crock pot and cook for 10 hours). I put a bowl of the juicy gravy on the table and dipped and dipped some more. My mom told me this would make my grandmother proud. My paternal grandmother (the Irish one) was the one who would make the Irish soda bread, but it was my maternal grandmother (the Italian one) who would use her bread to soak up or scoop up what remained on her plate. I remember vividly how she would use Italian bread to sop up marinara sauce on the plate or vinaigrette in her salad bowl and she would use a word we assumed to be Italian, pronounced “bon-ya” or “bahn-ya.” Bonya bonya, she’d say, savoring every bite. We believed this meant to “dip” but I’ve been told it sounds similar to an Italian word that means “don’t waste.” Either way, it works. I didn’t take photos of the Irish-American food from the other night, but the photo above shows a bowl that contained spaghetti and meatballs; one piece of Italian bread and that bowl would be cleaned right up.

Smilin’ Irish Eyes and Sweet Irish Soda Bread

I just took my Irish soda bread out of the oven. It’s my own version of my mom’s version, which is a version of my grandmother’s version (my sweet late grandma, Rosemary McDonald).

Irish Soda Bread

2 cups whole wheat flour
2 cups all-purpose flour
1 teaspoon salt
1 teaspoon baking powder
1 teaspoon baking soda
2 tablespoons caraway seeds
1/2 cup sugar
1 1/3 cups buttermilk
1 egg
1 teaspoon vanilla
1/2 stick unsalted butter

Sift together flour, salt, and baking powder.

Stir in caraway seeds.

Cut in butter until mixture is crumbly.

Add sugar.

Combine buttermilk, egg, vanilla, and baking soda. Stir into flour mixture until just moist. Turn dough onto a floured board and knead a few times until smooth. Shape into a large ball and place in the center of a well-greased 9 inch cake pan or cast iron pan. Press down slightly. With a sharp, floured knife, make a 4-inch cross 1/4 inch deep in the center of the dough. Bake 1 hour at 350 degrees or until loaf is nicely browned. Cool on rack.

(If you don’t have buttermilk, you can sour regular milk by adding 1 tablespoon of white vinegar to the milk and wait 10 or 15 minutes until the milk turns.)

Toxic Tub Time: Time to Wipe Away the Suds

Originally published on the Care2 website.

I found out this week that a friend is expecting her first child. Kay knows that I’m an enthusiastic “greenie,” and in the last year she’s asked me at various times about what kind of nail products I’d recommend, what kind of deodorant, what kind of shampoo. I am not shy about these opportunities and I always provide the website address for the Campaign for Safe Cosmetics, the organization I counted on when I greened my own makeup bag a few years ago. When Kay complimented me on a fragrance recently, I revealed it was from a perfumer who uses organic essential oils and who advocates against the use of anything artificial and then I went on to tell her about how most commercial fragrances are filled with harmful or potentially harmful ingredients. I will delicately offer unsolicited advice to friends about beauty products on occasion, being careful to not offend choices they’ve made. But when a friend opens the door for me by asking, I take the podium.

Kay’s recent interest in making better personal care choices is particularly encouraging because I now consider the door wide open for me to offer oodles and oodles of advice on the baby products she should choose in the months ahead. Since I’ve greened my life, I’ve had several friends and family members welcome bundles of joy—and I am proud to be the “green girl” at baby showers, offering cute organic cotton onesies and bath products that are gentle and made entirely of pure and truly natural ingredients. I stress the “truly natural” part because the “natural” label has been abused and so many people are unaware of the hidden danger in the products that line the shelves.

Tell someone that lead can still be found in some commercial brands of lipstick and they might be surprised but not necessarily shocked. But toxins in baby products? It’s hard to accept. And, let’s face it, it’s sickening. The Campaign for Safe Cosmetics filed a report this week, “No More Toxic Tub: Getting Contaminants Out of Children’s Bath and Personal Care Products,” on what is found in a sampling of dozens of baby products, including bubble bath and baby lotion. They sent the products to be independently tested and found traces of the 1, 4-dioxane and formaldehyde (chemicals the EPA lists as probable carcinogens).

How can it be that Sesame Street Bubble Bath and Huggies Naturally Refreshing Cucumber & Green Tea baby wash contain these toxins? And what about Johnson & Johnson’s Baby Shampoo? The cosmetics industry is largely self-regulated and neither of these chemicals are listed on the labels—but they showed up in testing of the products. Now I see “no more tears” on a bottle of kiddie shampoo and think no—no more toxins. Passing off these products as natural and safe is shameful, especially since safer ingredients are readily available for use in these products. You know how soft a baby’s skin is—and how delicate and vulnerable. Splashing around the tubs with a rubber ducky—and harmful chemicals?

Naysayers argue that the level of toxicity is negligible, but just think about the accumulative effect of exposure to numerous “negligible” levels from various sources (the water, the air). We can’t get hysterical about the dangers but we can be aware and take action. At this point, it’s up to the consumer to be educated and make the right choices. Thankfully, alternatives are out there and you can support the companies making the safer products by spending your dollars on their goods (while also sending a message to the companies still peddling poison).

Since I’ve become involved in the green world, the best stories I’ve heard are from new moms who have made deliberate steps to green their lives, who say they discovered that the baby products they were using were not as safe or environmentally friendly as they had been lead to believe—or, expectant moms like Kay, who are beginning to think twice about the products that they use daily. They begin by making safer choices for the sake of their babies and then they take a hard look at the products they’re using on their own bodies and then at the products they’re using to clean their homes, and so on. There’s power in action and also in making your voice heard; you can also take action by contacting your legislators and asking them to support regulations on cosmetics and to help regulate the industry.

Toxic Tub Report

I posted a blog entry on Care2 today on the just-released report from the Campaign for Safe Cosmetics, “No More Toxic Tub: Getting Contaminants Out of Children’s Bath and Personal Care Products.” The quick report: they found 1, 4-dioxane and formaldehyde (chemicals the EPA lists as probable carcinogens) in baby and kiddie bath products. Sad but true; happily, you can choose other products and you can take action by contacting your legislators about regulating the industry.

UPDATE: I’m proud to be a Californian today, as our kick-butt Senator Feinstein just introduced the “Ban Poisonous Substances Act of 2009.” Can’t wait for further action…

Made It Myself: Beach Hair Spray

I have friends who “cleanse” on occasion—and when asked about why they do it they say it’s to lose weight, to rid the body of toxins, or to practice self-discipline. To this I say, good for you! But I ain’t gonna stop eating for nuthin’. I like my food! That said, I have embarked on a one month cleanse of my own kind, one that does not involve food. It’s actually more than a month because I’m doing this for the duration of Lent. The idea came to me when I spoke to a loved one who is giving up sweets for Lent and I felt inspired to give something up as well. Not sweets—no way I’d do that. But I decided I wanted to practice the self-discipline of restraint. And I chose to give up shopping. I will, of course, purchase necessities like food and toilet paper and fuel for my car. But anything that I want and do not need will have to wait. Maybe the recession helped me with the choice, but it feels like a good one. Fashion and beauty are my biggest categories of consumption so this basically means I won’t be buying clothing or cosmetics. Fashion-wise, this comes at a good time for me, as I’ve recently cleaned out my closet and have a new-found appreciation for what I chose to keep (sort of like when you get a good haircut and feel clean and refreshed). But I’ve run out of my favorite hair product, one that gives me beach hair (above, one of my favorite beaches). My only choice was to make one from pantry items—so it’s all natural and didn’t require me to shop for anything. I searched for DIY beach hair online and found numerous recipes and mixed and matched to come up with this one.

½ cup water
1 tablespoon sea salt
1 teaspoon coconut oil (melted)
1 drop of jasmine essential oil

Spray on, twist some tendrils, scrunch, go.

Hand-Me-Down Serving Pieces


I love a good nod to tradition. My friend Rebecca had a brunch for the girls recently and she explained in the invite that she was excited for the opportunity to pull out the china and silver gifted to her by her grandmother. It’s true that they don’t make things like they used to and hand-me-downs have more than sentimental value. I’ve started collections based on odd pieces I’ve received from my parents and grandparents, such as McCoy vases and Corning Ware serving pieces, and I always love to put them to use; the Corning Ware roasting pan pictured with baked ziti served our friends on Super Bowl Sunday.

Chocolate is Love




Chocolate for dessert on Valentine’s Day was an obvious choice but we went for double the pleasure with chocolates and fondue. The chocolates came from Jin Patisserie in Venice. Beautiful, yes, but also creamy and rich and delicious; our assortment included vanilla, yuzu, black sesame, caramel clove, and lavender flavors. The chocolate fondue was made simply with a bittersweet chocolate bar and heavy cream melted together and served in a vintage fondue set with wood and copper accents I picked up recently at one of my favorite local thrift stores. We dipped raspberries, coconut macaroons, and chocolate wafer cookies. Happily, the chocolate dripped on my silk top and the new French-country tablecloth came out in the wash.

Pretty in Pink Lips

This week, I went on a quest for a good pink lipstick and found two. Dr. Hauschka’s Transparent Pink is a bold pink and Josie Maran’s Precocious is the barely-there, wish-my-lips-were-like-this naturally pink. Neither contains ingredients that frighten me—which says a lot, now that I am aware of what goes into the making of most conventional cosmetics. I tell anyone who will listen that we should all be mindful of what we’re putting on and in our bodies—and lipstick is something that goes on AND in (yes, ingesting it is pretty much unavoidable). When I decided to “green” my makeup bag by choosing non-toxic products in favor of those I’d been using for years, lip products were the first ones I swapped. I was especially excited this week to find out that Josie Maran, who launched her line this year, is a “compact signer” for the Campaign for Safe Cosmetics, which means the company is committed to avoiding toxic ingredients and reporting what goes into the making of each product without hiding behind smokescreens. Phew.

I Heart Vintage Jackets

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I’ve recently added a couple of vintage jackets to my closet and both have sweet flower petal appliqués. These are details I love. But I didn’t hesitate when it came to removing the shoulder pads from these. I photographed one set next to my Blackberry to show their size. Turns out the jackets fit just fine without them.

…Not Just Flowers

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In addition to seeing lovely wildflowers during a hike in Malibu, we also spotted a coyote on the hike. Wide shot and close-up.