Wokin' and framin' and shirt wearin'

AMAZING finds yesterday! First off, I found a really nice two-handled wok hanging out of the overflowing dumpster next to my apartment. It was so full I was afraid if I grabbed the pan there would be an avalanche and I would die under a giant mass of garbage. Actually, that would be an okay way to go. But I took my chances, didn't die, and got a wok outta the deal!  Unfortunately, the dumpster was so out of control I didn't dare go further in for fear of touching icky things.  Anywho, the pan's a bit large, but I'm hoping I'll be able to bring it to my teensy apartment when I move in a couple weeks from now. I'm gonna stir-fry everything. EVERYTHING.  

My next big find was this humongo picture frame. I want to make one of those DIY frame jewelry holders with it using chickenwire. Summaaaa project! Right now it's painted a mottled/flecked gold and I want to repaint it a little bit snazzier.  I was thinking electric blue. Or maybe just regular blue. Maybe not blue at all.... I'll letcha know how it goes.

Everything I'm wearing in the picture below was also found. Snagged a couple pairs of funktastic sunnies, and few Nike workout shirts (thank goodness, workout motivation!).  Another cool find that I didn't take pictures of are a few lacy tanks from Zenana, an Indian company that handmakes clothing for sustainable fashion.  I absolutely love the shirts, but haven't quite figured out how to wear them. They're too long to be a regular shirt, too short to be a dress or a tunic. Hmm. I'll be experimenting. 

MEXICALI. PANTS. HECK YES.

In today's episode of Caney-gets-dowwwwn-in-the-dumpster, I stumbled upon enough clothes to outfit me for at least a week.  People are starting to move out and instead of throwing their clothes in the donation bins, they just throw them straight into the garbage.  Cool.  Here's the run-down of today's dumpster finds:

3 pairs of pants

1 pair of workout shorts

1 skirt 

1 dress

3 cardigans/jackets

8 shirts

Storage cube

Dinner

Since spring sprung a couple weeks ago, I've been seeing a lot of those weird short-in-the-front, long-in-the-back skirts and was kinda hankering for one but didn't wanna drop an exorbitant amount of money to look like everyone else.  Lo and behold, I found one in the trash!  Dreams DO come true.  Also featured in this picture is a lacy/silky crop top with a slight rip. A couple stitches and it'll be good to go! I'm feelin' miiiiiighty stylish!

My next favorite find was these PANTS.  Holy WOW I love these pants.  They're from Mexicali Blues and I'm gonna wear the ever-living daylights out of them.  I'm going to wear these with my birkies and hang out at Muddy Waters alllllll summer.  (Also, you can't tell, but the top is a Forever 21 crop top with a really cool cut-out back.)

I also found a perfectly wonderful biddie dress. I wanted to take a picture of it, but taking pictures in such a curve-hugging dress is a bit too risque for me, so I just threw some some chins in therrrr. Problem solved. Sexiness gone.

Another mega-find-- 2 pairs of Lucky brand jeans. 1 pair fit like a dream and the other pair was a size 2, soooo..... hahahahahahahahahhahahahahahahah...ha.  Anywho.  Found the black tank top and beautifully knitted cardigan too.

This storage cube is the only thing I didn't find in the dumpster.  I found it outside one of the dorm buildings in the "take it or leave it" section where people can get rid of stuff they don't wanna take home with them.  Perfect my teensy little apartment! Seating AND storage!  MIRACLE OF MIRACLES!

Another miracle of miracles, I found an unopened cna of my favorite soup.  (I kid you not, Amy's is my favorite organic canned soup and I eat the lentil kind at least once a week.)  DINNER IN DA DUMPSTAAAA

Aaaaand once more. Another crop top.

I didn't take pictures of everything because I still have one more final and even taking time to write this blog post is stressing me out.  I must go. Go check out your nearest dumpster.

JACKPOT WEEK

Finals week is simultaneously the best and worst week of the year.  It's stressful as all get-out and I sort of feel like just keeling over and dying (6 exams total, GUH), but on the other hand, everyone is moving out and the semester's over and summer is HERE and (the best part) everyone is getting rid of shit. I make daily trips to the dumpster during finals week in hopes of finding gold.  I scored hard today. It almost makes up for the fact that I'm pretty sure I bombed my music theory final this morning. WHATEVA.

Find #1: two flannel shirts. These babies are NICE. The brown one is prAna brand, which is in the neighborhood of $100 shirts. (WHAT THA HECK, privileged college students throwing away yoga-brand clothing?! I'll take it!) The blue one is not a noteworthy brand, but who da eff cares, it's comfy and colorful and I'm gonna snuggle the crap out of it.

 Next, I found a reversible duvet cover.  I didn't even have to go digging for this one, it was laying right outside the dumpster.  I can't tell if it's a full or a twin, but I'll make use of it anyway!

Shirt with biiiiiirds on it.  Definitely wearing this to work... which is kind of ironic because I'll be working in a semi-professional office this summer and have to dress nicely. I find all my work clothes in the dumpster, HAHAHAH

These were my favorite finds.  Not one, but TWO blue floppy hats and a little white shoulder shrug. When I first pulled the sweater thing out, I thought it was doll clothing and almost threw it back in, but figured I could donate it somewhere instead. NOPE, turns out it's my new favorite piece of clothing because now I can wear all my sleeveless dresses to work.  WAHOOOOZA

Found these boots with the tissue paper still balled up in the toes. Seriously, guys?! Who throws away a new, never-worn pair of boots?! I'm appalled. And disappointed that they're a size too small. (Up for grabs, if anyone wants them!)

These ones fit though!

...And it's only Monday. Let the week of non-stop dumpster diving begin!

Remember when I used to blog? BAHAHAH

I forgot I had a blog... It's been 4 months... WHOOPSIE DAISIES. The only reason I'm on here right now is because it's getting to be finals-time and my brain is not quite ready for that (let's be honest, will it ever be ready?) The trash-picking has been slow because a) I'm doing 18 credits this semester + a part-time job + an internship + training for a second part-time job, and b) the dumpster is at an awkward height, like, above chest level so I can't lean in to peek and c) I don't live in a dorm anymore and I assume everyone in the apartment complex is broke and desperate like me, so I wouldn't expect anyone to be throwing out whole boxes of cereal like the good ol' days

SO. Let's catch up. A long long time ago (in a galaxy far away (just kidding, it was actually on Athletic Campus, I just wanted to make a Star Wars reference)), I found a glove on the sidewalk. It was a really nice glove. A Ralph Lauren stitched leather glove. I was like, "DAMN, that's a nice glove" and kept walking. And then I found the other one 50 steps later. I put them on and so began the beginning of a brief, but very torrid relationship. I wore those thangs everywhere and my hands were the coziest gosh darn things on the planet.  That was in October, I think. By December, I lost them because that's how gloves and I work. I get them, love them, lose them, mourn them.

Shortly after the glove-finding stuff happened, I found a headband on the sidewalk too! I wore the crap out of it. All winter long. I never lost it because it was always on my head. I even brought it with me to Spain. And Paris. And London. I love a well-cultured headband, don't you? It's actually probably my favorite thing I've ever found and I'm going to be super incredibly despondent when I lose it/it falls apart.

 This was at our welcome dinner on our first night in Madrid. My first legal glass of wine. Pinky up, obvi.

This was in Paris on a bridge over the Louvre.

Uhhh, I think that's about it for my major findings in the past few months. Oh, actually, no! Yesterday I was in Boston (or Cambridge? Or Lowell? I have no idea where we were, but there were cobblestone streets, so I was happy) and we went to a really funky vegan restaurant called Life Alive. I don't wanna make this post a restaurant review, but HOLY WOW, so good. But that's not the point. The point is that they were selling Liz Lovely gluten free cookies and we were drooling, but not diggin' the price. They come in packs of two and on our way out we found an abandoned pack that had a whole triple chocolate mint cookie left. So we split it in three and shared. Aww. It was delicious. Like, mind-blowingly delicious. If I remembered what those gluten-y girl scout cookies tasted like, I would probably say it was better than thin mints.

The almost vegan quinoa macaroni and cheese incident of January 24th.

Let me just cut through the suspense here at the beginning of this post and just say that this story doesn't end very well.  It all started with a link I saw on facebook...

As soon as I saw the recipe for quinoa mac and cheese, I was beyond excited to try it.  And by that I mean, I kept the tab open for 3 days staring longingly at it until I had the time to go to the grocery store.  I had to swap out the cheese ingredient for vegan cheese and ended up coming home with a huge hunk of bright orange "cheddar."  As I was shredding it, the only thing that came to mind was soupy playdough.  I was mega skeptical/disgusted and did a taste test.  It passed, but just barely.  Other than that though, the recipe was easy to follow and there surprisingly weren't any disasters.

Karen and Jake came over for dinner and I felt a little bad subjecting them to a) my cooking and b) gluten/dairy free questionable ingredients.  But all was well and good and nobody hated it (unless they were really good at hiding it...) and I thought it was a total success.

...Until we all started feeling like shit.  Well, Karen was fine cuz she's one of those weird creatures that can eat anything, even styrofoam, and still have the sort of functioning digestion system I could only dream of.  (I made that styrofoam part up, though).  And Jake was fine too... for a little while.  We'll get back to that.  Tucker and I, though. Man.  It felt like my insides were being obliterated by one of those magic bullet things, except without the delicious smoothie outcome.  My plan had been to go to the gym, but all I wanted to do was lay on the ground and not move for 500 years.

And then I woke up in the middle of the night around 4am and saw that Karen had called me around midnight. I remember sleepily thinking, "hmm, I hope she's okay, mmph mmmmg zzz." And it wasn't until later today that I found out Jake had had an allergic reaction and needed a ride to the hospital.  I'm still a little unclear as to what he ended up doing and I haven't heard from him today, but I'm pretty sure he's alive.  So that's good.

And there you have it.  My delicious quinoa mac n' cheese was a fail.  Maybe I'll try it again with a different kind of soy cheese? I dunno. It's gonna take a while to build up the courage and block out that traumatic experience.

Deadly.

My romantic night in with Arctic Zero

Ugh, I haven't blogged in like, six and a half decades.  AIN'T NOBODY GOT TIME FO' DAT.  I've been busy. And lazy. And dumpster diving sucks because my findings are always full of gluten n' crap.   So that's my little negative rant for the time being. Let's move on to the COOL STUFF.

While I was in Spain, one of the girls on the tour told me about this magical ice cream called Arctic Zero that's gluten and dairy free and is packed with protein.  The best part?  It's practically calorie-free.  150 calories for the ENTIRE pint. I was like, "yeah okay, Amber, get your head outta your butt." And she was all, "FUH REALZ-- check out Whole Foods, gurl."

So today, I had a free hour that I could've spent napping or doing homework (pftt), but instead I set out on a quest for Arctic Zero.  There were a few scary minutes in the car when the traffic moved .3 inches within 15 minutes and my CD player was stuck on a fucking Cranberries song and I thought maybe it was karmic punishment or something.

I finally got to Healthy Living, found the ice cream section and, wonder of wonders, Arctic Zero was on sale!  And there were so many awesome looking flavors; how could I choose just one? I bought cookies n' cream, mint chocolate chip, and peanut butter chocolate.  Ran into a girl I went to high school with at the cash register... she probably thinks I'm the lamest human in the world: buying 3 pints of ice cream by myself on a Friday night. I'm pathetic, I know, whatever, I've accepted it, moving on.

I held a one-person taste-test party when I got home and was a bit disappointed.  First of all, since it has a bunch of protein, it tasted like a frozen protein shake. Which makes sense, I guess. But then second of all, the worst part, there are no chunks of anything!  Hellooooo, mint chocolate chunk, why are you smooth and not chunky?  Hellooooo, cookies n' cream, where are the effing cookies, GEEZ!  It was like they literally made a protein shake and froze it into an ice cream container.  And third of all, the first ingredient listed on the pint is purified water. Like...what?

So overall, I give it a 7/10.  There are a ton of pros and it does taste decent, but I'm definitely a chunk spelunker.  Eating ice cream without digging for chunks is like... petting a sphynx cat. You can still do it, but seriously, what's the point, it's not even fuzzy.

I'll sum up this post with a Chinese proverb I found on wiki: Not only can water float a boat, it can sink it also.  Aka, water will sink your ice cream. And by sink, I mean ruin.  Water will ruin your ice cream.

Failed ravioli, banana whipped cream, and starving savages.

Yesterday was BEAUUUUTIFUL.  One of those perfect fall days where you try to cherish it but can't help thinking about whether you're actually cherishing it to the full extent it deserves.  You know?  It's like the day is guilt-tripping you if you're not outside picking pumpkins or going on hayrides.  Tucker and I were planning on having a mega touristy day at the Shelburne Museum and probably some foliage drives, etc etc.  Instead, we ended up hangin' out cooking and knitting all day.

Here's our day of food (all gluten free/vegan):

Breakfast: chocolate chip pancakes

Lunch: grilled cheese with pesto and apples, butternut squash soup

Dinner: failed pumpkin ravioli, so it became rice pasta with a pumpkin/walnut sauce

Dessert: surprise pie

The evening plan was to head to my friend's apartment for a classy dinner party.  The only problem?  Nothing being served was gluten free.  Hence, the gluten free pumpkin ravioli idea was born!  

The original plan for the pumpkin sauce was to use it as filling for the homemade ravioli.  The filling was mashed pumpkin, an onion, and walnuts.  Yumm.  Buuuuuut, we tried to make the ravioli pasta from scratch, but that shit is harder than it looks.  So we mixed it into some rice pasta and all was good with the world.  Sort of.  It didn't taste fantastic, so all was not really good with the world, but whatever.  It actually kinda looks barfy in the picture below.  We scarfed it at the party anyway.  Literally, scarfed it.  Right out of the serving bowl.  Before everyone else got their food.  In a dark corner of the room.  ...It's safe to say we were the savages of the classy dinner party.  Not sorry.

And then we were planning on bringing a dessert to the dinner party, so we whipped up a surprise pie-- one of Tucker's family's secret recipes.  (The recipe's not really a secret, but they call it surprise pie because the fun part is getting people to guess the ingredients after they take a bite).  The only problem?  Whipped cream is supposed to be the top layer of the pie and I'm dairy free.  So we did some google searching and found a whipped cream recipe using a mashed banana and an egg white.  It turned out WONDERFULLY.  Look at the picture, doesn't that look like whipped cream?  YEAH!

We ended up not bringing the pie to the party... because we wanted to eat it.  Sooooo... this morning, after Tucker, my roomate Hannah, and I worked on it, there's not a whole lot left.  It's that good.  It'll probably be gone by the end of the day.

Oh, and here's Tucker knitting his first scarf.  Adorable.