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I was sitting at home yesterday, scrolling through instagram, when it hit me that today was St. Patrick's Day!  I quickly sent out a mass text to my friends saying something along the lines of 'I can't believe I almost missed it' and then realized that I don't really care about St. Patz, nor do I have any special plans for the greenest day of the year.

There was a time when St. Patrick's meant not having to fight in class for a spot in the front and green pancakes for breakfast washed down with some un-named liquid. I mostly watched as everyone partook in festivities.  I remember not even knowing that St. Patrick's day celebrations aka, drink till you can drink no more, was a thing in first year, but coincidentally had worn green on that day. Sixth sense maybe? I did celebrate in second year, my friends and I headed out somewhere, but I was reminded the other night that it didn't end so well either. For reasons other than what you would think. 

This year I stayed at home because a) It's Monday, b) It's still Winter Wonderland outside, and c) I don't particularly enjoy the color green. 

Nonetheless, I woke up rather late this morning due to late night chats with some sweet people reminiscing about old St. Patz shenanigans, and had an urge to bake something. Seeing as I have a ton of matcha in my pantry right now, courtesy of my Parent's trip to Hong Kong, I realized that there's really no better time to whip up something green! 









Mixed in with eggs, sour cream, vanilla, brown sugar, cornstarch, flour, and matcha powder. It doesn't look particularly tasty at this point.  



I find that mixing with a whisk while the bowl is on top of the stove set to low gives you the smoothest batter possible. Unfortunately, I was impatient today and didn't add the ingredients one by one... so my cheesecake had lumps. 







As my cheesecake cooled in the oven, I ran upstairs to slap on a green mud mask, sticking with the green theme. It's officially more than halfway through March which means that the warm weather will be coming soon! This hasn't been the greatest Winter for my skin, but hopefully nothing a few buffers and buffers won't fix!

I hope everyone had a fabulous time celebrating St. Patz whether you diligently went to class or painted your whole body green!  After all, there are only two types of people in this world, The Irish and those who wish they were. 

naomi

Let the hiatus begin.

See you in a bit :)

naomi

naomi

The weather is seriously starting to cool and I'm beginning to get a tickle in my throat, so I decided it was time for some hot soup and apple pie. Not at the same time, of course.



This is my favorite skirt at the moment. I don't have a full body shot because it's too awkward to selfie in public and when I'm home I jump in my pajama's too fast to take a picture. #comfortiskey. I promise you it's the softest material ever though and the color is crazy vibrant. I picked it up in Toronto a few weeks ago and unfortunately it looks like it sold out online, but here's the one in black, if you're interested. 

Blue is the perfect color to eat hot and spicy foods in because it doesn't stain THAT much. And after running errands that day, my parents and I stopped by a local Korean restaurant for some comfort food; ddukbokki and sundubu jjigae.




I am obsessed with this stuff. Like I could literally eat it everyday if you let me.

I've watched countless youtube tutorials on how to make it from scratch, but I fail miserably every time. I feel like I miss Kingston the most because there is always a Korean restaurant within a 10 minute walking radius.  Nothing beats something hot and spicy at 2AM.




I like spending cold windy days at home baking though, so the moment I got back, I slapped on a hair mask and headed to the kitchen to pull together an apple pie.




My Dad actually helped me out with this one, so it was a joint effort. He was in charge of sugar measuring and clean-up, which he did very well. 





Apple pie just screams Fall. Nothing compares to an evening by the fireplace, curled up with a cup of hot cider and a slice of steaming pie fresh out of the oven. 

For me, the smell of Apple pie always brings me back to second year when my friends and I would make a late night Metro runs after dinner to make pie, just because we felt like it. Walking back with hands filled with bags of ice cream, snacks and pie supplies. Carelessly laughing as we ducked past the line at Ales, hoping no one would recognize us in our pajamas and inappropriate shoes. I miss that alot.



Everything is from scratch! Other than the crust which I bought from Pillsbury (love that stuff). I can't be bothered to make that myself. The whole process doesn't take long, baking takes the most effort, but nothing beats the smell of cinnamon and apple wafting through the house, entering and filling each room. 

Perfect way to end a chilly Autumn night. 

naomi.