I was right.  My mom threw out the cigar boxes.  I also realized by looking through Etsy that my “innovative” idea for them has been done before–not the same exact way granted, but it was a little bit of a let down.  I may still try my idea out if I can get my hands on a box.  My mom suggested I start smoking cigars. : D

Anyway, since most of my big stuff before Thanksgiving break has been taken care of (an exam and presentation) I’ve been cooking up some books.  Last week was my last book arts class, which was very sad but I got to take a ton of unused paper with me, enough for hours and hours of fun. >:D  Emily, my teacher, is going to do a book class next semester with more emphasis on mixed media books, using found objects and unique materials.  I’m definitely going to take it.

The last book we made was a star/tunnel book.  It’s made of three layers, the first two of which are cut through in an interesting way to reveal the back layer.  I was skeptical when I first started but then I printed cows on my back layer and it made it all better.  Here it is:

Open - each fold has a cow...
...and when viewed from this angle, two cows make one cow!
...and when viewed from this angle, two cows make one cow!

It turned out better than I thought.  It’s a quirky, fun kind of book.  : )  Click continue to see what else I’ve made:

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Cigar Art

I randomly recalled the stacks and stacks of old empty cigar boxes my dad used to have behind the bar in our house.  My brother and I used to take some to build houses for our toys, mini disney character figures and “their” pokemon.  I remember how great they smelled–a woodsy comforting aroma I loved.   I’ve come up with an innovative idea for them, but unfortunately I haven’t seen them in years.  I texted my dad and asked him what happened to them but he said he doesn’t know and to ask Mom.  I fear that she threw them all out since she’s the opposite of a packrat.  I’m going to call her later and ask because I really want to use them.

Anyway, this led me to do a preemptive search on cigar boxes on the internet and found beautiful images of cigar box labels and cigar bands.  I can’t wait to get my hands on at least one box I can manipulate for my crafty purposes! >:D  There’s plenty of images on the internet but here’s a few I liked.

Various Cigar Bands
Various Cigar Bands
Santa loves cigars
Santa loves cigars


There’s a huge varied collection of labels and bands out there that are really cool.  I encourage a google image search to see more.

Arroz con leche from my dorm kitchen

As I was reorganizing this blog today, I got a major craving for arroz con leche.  So, after dinner I went to Kroger to get some stuffs.  I have to say, I LOVE food shopping.  The aisles of goodies, imagining the possibilities, the CHEESE section.  My idea of a fun outing would be browsing Whole Foods for a couple hours.  I just like it.  A lot.  Anyway, I got stuff for the arroz con leche and a few things to make decent rice and beans.  Kroger, however, had NO cumin–not for the arroz con leche of course but for the rice and beans.  Well, they had the fancy-brand  “finely crushed cumin seeds” but I’m not paying 7 dollars for something I can get at a Hispanic market for a dollar. They also had no cinnamon sticks so that was out.  I got brown rice instead of white because I didn’t want to be eating white rice with my rice and beans; that’s probably where it began to go wrong.

I got back and soaked the rice for about an hour.  My mom soaks it overnight, but, alas, my impatience wouldn’t allow it.  So strike one.  I only have a small saucepan so I had to figure out how to reduce the recipe, but I’m pretty sure it was unsuccessful.  Strike two, three, four, etc.

The grains ended up not soft enough.  The flavor of the lime peels is unpleasantly strong.  And though I love condensed milk, maybe the proportion wasn’t right…so all in all, it was a FAIL.  The only positive is that the kitchen downstairs smells amazing right now.  So unfortunately I wasted a batch of what could have been good arroz con leche but at least the waste only amounts to about 3-4 dollars, not too bad.


I haven’t written a post in over a month, so I’m going to be so egotistical as to think I need to update my imaginary readers, so here goes:

  • Have made no more subversive attacks on Rand.  Unless you count that one brunch, when a manager told me I couldn’t take my french toast sticks out of the cafeteria and I proceeded to walk out happily munching on their crunchy syrupy goodness.  What are they gonna do, call security?
  • I did cook moros y cristianos at Ryan’s apartment a month ago to teach him how to do it, but I forgot to put garlic and under-seasoned it.  Severely disappointed and feared I’d lost my touch.  I regained my powers, however, when I cooked some awesome non-coned-shaped capuchinos over fall break and Dad said they were awesome.  (He used to work in a bakery so it’s a big compliment.)
  • My apathy towards school has not quite been cured, but I thought I had come to some conclusions a couple weeks ago:  I don’t really want to work in an office “when I grow up” so I was reconsidering book-publishing.  I know I would have more fun running my own business, like a bookshop or a bakery, since I used to play store a lot when I was little.  So I began fantasizing of going to pastry school after Vanderbilt, Katrina Markoff being my inspiration, but the guilt about “wasting” a four-year education got to me.  Then I thought, well, how about I drop Spanish, and add a business minor, but I don’t know if I should.  Oh, then, I thought, well, since I’m so into making books, maybe the production side of book publishing would be more suited for me than editorial.  And now we have come full circle, but without true conclusions.  I have a lot to think about…
  • Which reminds me, Ryan is now in culinary school and I’m really proud of him but totally jealous. : D …I’m living vicariously through him and it’s feeding those pastry school dreams.
  • Uh, what else…oh, yeah:  my brother kicks artistic ass.  He went to a portfolio review for several schools and Chicago basically told him all he has to do is fill out the application.
  • Thanksgiving break is two weeks away and you can bet your bottomdollar, whatever the hell that is, that I’m going to gain 50 pounds cooking fattening delicious crap everyday.

So there it is.  All I can think of right now.  Now here is a picture to make you mouth water:

Capuchino - cake drowned in a sugar syrup