Review: Sally Hansen® Miracle Gel™

 

Logging onto Influenster this month, I was asked to review a fun nail color from Sally Hansen. Of course I said, “Yes!”

Growing up in the kitchen, I would always look down at my naked nails. In both school and work, nail polish was not allowed. I got used to seeing the flesh color of my skin glisten through my nails.

Currently, I do not work in a professional kitchen– which means nail color is up for grabs!
nail color

 

I had tried Gel polish only once before; I had visited the salon and gotten my nails done before I visited Paris. The gel color stayed on for weeks; but it tore off my nail when it chipped. I was hesitant at the salon placing my hands under the UV light, knowing it’s harmful side-effects if held there too long.

I was excited to learn about Miracle gel; because it gave you long lasting nail color–without curing the my nails under a light.

My friend Andrea and I tried out the polish, painting our nails sitting on the bathroom floor. After knocking over the bottle and spilling some, we finally applied two coats of 330 Redgy. This color is flirty, fun, fabulous! We waited for our nails to dry–in between giggles about our nail polish expertise. I find it so hard to paint with my left hand! I ended up making a mess–Oops!

We then topped our red nails with the miracle gel top coat, and waited for our nails to dry. Our #MiracleMani s were looking fierce!

Normally with normal nail polish, my nails are chipped within hours. Although it’s not the prettiest, I’m too lazy to try and fix them–when I know they will chip again.

 

Sally Hansen® Miracle Gel™ boasts its nail wear to last up to 14 days. It’s been five days, and although it’s not as chipped as normal polish, it’s still shows wear and tear on the sides of the nails. It’s not to the point yet where I need to take it off, it’s just not as clean anymore.

Would I buy this again? Most likely. It’s color lasts a long time, and my nails still look beautiful.

 

An Expensive Postage Stamp

It’s been two years since my grandfather’s passing, and I still cannot grasp the reality of it. Just yesterday, I was picking up the mail and got a letter addressed to “Stanley”. Even though it was junk mail and it was sent out among millions, it still felt like it possessed a piece of him.

He was everything to me. We shared common interests, and I would always find myself in his living room reading through his countless “Cooks Illustrated” magazines. I wanted to write him a letter, and although it’s postage might be costly, I know he will read it eventually.

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Dear Poppy,

You have always been in my life ever since I was brought into this world twenty-two years ago. We have always been close, and in the beginning when Nanny passed away, we moved in with you to help you. Although I do not remember these events personally, photographs and videos remind me of the great times I had in your home. I do however remember the days when you and Dad worked at the “Incredible Balloon”, a company you both owned. I would come into your offices and play with all of the stuffed animals and balloons.

Stan

(L:R) My Uncle, Poppy, My Mother

When I turned five, we moved to Poway, and you stayed in your house for a little while. But you couldn’t stay away from us! As I played with Hayley, my younger sister, in our backyard, we would see you working away with your side-kick, Hunter, the gruff dachshund.You possessed a green thumb; always knee deep in the dirt making the plants come alive. You had even started a vegetable garden in the back lot near the creek. Imaginative games would come alive within the walls of the towering tomato plants. The scent of the freshly dewed tomato will always remind me of those fantastic summer days spent with you. Diving in between the tomatoes, zucchinis, cucumbers, green beans, and even pumpkins. We would run from the kitchen with baskets and look in awe at all of the enormous produce we had harvested.

You moved closer to us, but you still seemed too far away. Your job at the Old Globe Theater in Balboa Park made you smile as you got to talk to people, and got paid for it. At this time our family had decided a remodel was in order, and a new apartment was built for you. Custom with your own private entrance, having you so close made spending time and making memories with you so much easier.

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Showing where I worked

If it wasn’t for you, I would not be who I am today. It was your influence and your love for food that inspired me to pursue my career. I remember walking barefoot into your new kitchen. We had just laid out the linoleum, and the room smelled fresh and new. Big band music was playing, and you were there spinning romaine in the salad spinner. Each leaf dancing to the tunes of Sinatra. I hopped up near the counter and helped as you prepared caesar salad from scratch. The anchovy paste oozed out onto the table spoon sending the fishy scent into my nostrils. You always cut away the inside of every romaine leaf. “The lettuce should be tender but not too crunchy.”

Salad was not the only thing we made. You had an amazing crepe maker and one day we decided to make crepes for the family. We blended up the batter and using the machine we made paper thin crepes to be filled with jam and whipped cream. Whenever the History channel was not on, Food Network flashed across the screen. We always had a love for food in common, and without you I don’t know what I would be doing today.

484130_4603087360322_1031136610_nOne day, you got an infection in your hip which required you to stay in the hospital for months, and learn how to maneuver in a wheel chair. You never let that chair stop you from doing anything. You amazed us as you drove from San Diego to Bend, Oregon with Hunter right beside you in the passenger seat. You went on trips with us, and always had a smile on your face. You never let a handicap stop you.

Always independent, and brilliantly sharp, you were a talking history book. I would sit in awe at the stories you would tell me about your youth. I wish I could hear more; more about your life in loud New York City after the depression. I remember you telling me a story once about how the mob looked after your father’s store. I wanted to know more about your childhood, and your teenage years– Going to college and meeting Nanny.

People were shocked when you moved to Florida. Not about the fact that you moved, but how you got to Florida. You flew, by yourself to Orlando. Not only that, you took the city bus to get to your new apartment which was a few miles away. You took the bus because they were handicap accessible, with one duffle bag in tow. You lived on the fourteenth floor overlooking downtown Orlando and a beautiful lake. You went to card games, went out to eat, and even went on a casino cruise. We were astonished on how many activities you had done within a few months of moving in. We were excited to share many new memories with you.

I am eternally grateful for all of the memories you have provided me with. Your guidance, advice, and knowledge has changed me immensely and I wanted to thank you for everything you have done. I know you are with Nanny right now making your famous caesar salad. You put on some big band era music and dance together, finally out of the chair. Your lungs are filled with deep breaths of sweet air.

I love you so much Poppy.

Love,

Lyndsay

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I felt like preparing crepes would be the perfect homage to my grandfather. He taught me the proper technique of letting the batter sit in the cooler, and adding very small amount of batter when making the crepe. He used to own this “crepe maker” which would make the crepes without the hassle of a pan. It plugged in and you dipped the hot plate into the crepe batter, creating thin pancakes–so thin they did not have to be flipped over.

Strawberry CrepesThis are delicious topped with strawberries and Nutella. When I was in Paris last year, every street corner had crepe stands. They were massive, and packed with nutella. I want to go back everyday.

Crepe

Is that not the coolest?! I took this photo right next to Notre Dame.

The recipe I have provided is from one of my grandfather’s old cookbooks, “Classic Desserts” by The Good Cook in 1979– years before I was born!

Crepes

  • Servings: 15 6-7 inch crepes
  • Time: 3 Hours
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Ingredients

1 Cup Flour

1/2 teaspoon Salt

2 Eggs

1 1/4 Milk

2 Tablespoons Melted Butter

1/2 teaspoon Vanilla

Method

  1. In blender, pulse together flour, salt, eggs, milk, melted butter, and vanilla. Pulse until no lumps remain.
  2. Put the batter in the refrigerator for two and a half hours.
  3. Heat a lightly greased 6-7 inch pan over medium- high heat. Pour in about three tablespoon, swirling the pan as you add the batter. Coat the entire pan with batter.
  4. Cook the crepe for 10-15 seconds until it slides back and forth easily on the pan. Slide a spatula under the crepe and flip, cooking the opposite side for 8-10 seconds.
  5. Slide the crepe to a warmed dish, and cook the rest of the batter similarly.
  6. Top with your favorite fruit and nutella.

This recipe was provided by Classic Desserts 

Nutella

Can I have all of it?!

lyndsay paige

 

Cookiebutter Swirl Cookies

Is it August already?! How did that happen? One day I was breathing in the humid summer air–and the next– I was getting ready for classes to start up again!

I finally finished my online creative writing class (Yay!) So now I can share my work with you! I’m always afraid to post past writings due to a professor finding my work, and thinking I plagiarized it from myself. Is that even possible?

One week, we were provided numerous “kick-starts” to help our creative process. I chose to focus on a specific object which intrigued me.

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Graceful Rings

After three rings, the telephone silenced. Grace hurried her feet past the ottoman and the “AARP” monthly newsletter. Her wrinkled fingers clutched the carnation rotary phone. “Hello?” She croaked.

The line stayed dead, and she hung up the phone carefully. “Probably a tele-marker” she grumbled to herself, easing into her over-sized sofa. The plastic crinkled under her weight as she adjusted her seat, fishing for her television remote. “Where is that darn thing?” She asked aloud.

Across the room, the remote lit up, drowning in a sea of outdated clipped coupons of frozen biscuits, cheese-wiz, and toilet paper. It was only ten steps from her seat, but Grace was fragile, old and lazy; mostly lazy in the eyes of her neighbors. Her front lawn was always filled with weeds, and her mailbox overflowed with shopping catalogs. She reared her rind legs in a forward momentum, and placed her cream colored sneakers on the carpeted flooring. With a gruff, she swung her back like a cat and balanced her upper torso with her weak arms. One last momentum, and Grace hunched her back and was on both of her feet. One step. Two steps. Grace carefully exchanged the weight to her left foot as her knee popped, sending shooting pains up her sides. She winced as she shuffled through the pile and grabbed the remote. Puffing, she started her journey back to the comfort of her sofa.

Grace grabbed for her breath, each one drier than the first. The outline of a tall glass could be seen in her pupils. Blinking back her thirst, she heads back to the couch, and falls into the cushions, making an all too familiar phoosh. She settles back into the seat, changing the channels with the slightest movement of her arthritic thumb.

The phone begins it’s song again, chiming it’s song throughout the living room. Never one to miss a gossip session, Grace begins her routine to dislodge herself from her nest. She steps faster this time, excited for the interaction. Upon reaching the phone from its handle, she presses the speaker to her deafened ear. The line is silent.

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My mother recently installed a new house phone in our shared office, and it’s retro design inspired this short story.

Continuing with a sort of a retro theme, I thought these Chocolate Swirled cookies would fit nicely on the end table next to Grace’s cup of tea.

I was looking through my cookbook, “Pig Out” Obviously a diet cookbook, and stumbled upon these cute little swirled cookies that incorporated Nutella and shortbread. I had recently visited Trader Joe’s and picked up the holy grail of butters, Speculoos Cookie & Cocoa Swirl. A decadent  combo of european cookies mashed up with chocolate. Can you say, “Yum?!”

Speculoos Cookie & Cocoa Swirl

 

Cookie Butter Swirl Cookies

  • Servings: 30 Cookies
  • Time: 1 1/2 Hours
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Ingredients

3/4 Cup Butter

3/4 Cup Powdered Sugar

1 teaspoon Vanilla

2 Cups All-Purpose Flour

2 Tablespoons Cookie Butter Spread ( Or Nutella)

1 Tablespoon unsweetened Cocoa Powder, Sifted

Method

  1. Preheat oven to 325F. Lightly grease a cookie sheet.
  2. Cream together butter and sugar until pale and fluffy. Beat in Vanilla extract. Add flour and mix, forming a soft dough. Divide the dough into two pieces, and work the cookie butter and cocoa powder into one half.
  3. Roll each piece of dough on a lightly floured surface to form two rectangles about 6 x 8in. Place one piece of dough on top of the other and press together lightly. Trim the edges and roll up lengthwise like a jelly roll. Cover and chill for 30 minutes.
  4. Cut the dough into 1/4 inch slices and place on cookie sheet. Bake 10-13 minutes until crisp. Transfer to a wire rack to cool completely. Cookies can be stored in an airtight container up to 1 week.

This recipe was provided by Pig Out

 

Speculoos Cookie & Cocoa Swirl

lyndsay paige