Monthly Archives: April 2012

The Thrill of the (Apartment) Hunt

As a part of the move, I prepared myself for an epic battle of an apartment hunt. I was prepared for battle, I was prepared for blood. I was prepared for it to take weeks.

It took me one afternoon.

This isn’t to say that it wasn’t tricky. Here are the most Important Things I can tell you about apartment hunting in the Boston area:

1. Know what you want.
2. Be ready to act fast.
3. You need help. Get. Help.

On a recommendation from Colleen, I made an appointment with the “Apartment Experts” office in Davis Square. I sent an email outlining what I was looking for (1 bedroom or large studio, somewhere in Cambridge or Somerville’s Davis Square, hopefully lower rent than San Francisco, etc.) and shortly got a call back from a leasing agent named Tom. We had a chat about what I was looking for, and I arranged an appointment for the following Monday.

The week before I moved to MA, my sister introduced me to the addictive HGTV show “House Hunters,” wherein prospective buyers visit three dwellings on the market and pick the one they like most in the end. Watching so much of this show, it turns out, was very good preparation. Who says reality TV is completely useless?? The appointment on Monday went pretty much just like an episode of House Hunters, with less kvetching about granite countertops:

Davis Square – Two-room studio, 5 minutes to the T, gas stove, LOTS of closet space. Extremely budget friendly, close to Colleen and Davis’ awesome bars and restaurants, convenient to work. This was cute, and if you felt like getting really creative with your space it could certainly be a nifty place, but this was SMALL. Sharing this with two cats would have driven me through the roof. Next!

Porter Square – Another two-room “studio,” 10 minutes to the T, off-street parking spot included in rent. This was also extremely budget friendly, and bigger than the first place. There was also a cute built-in cabinet in the living room, which I’m a sucker for. But the apartment was in kind of no-man’s land, and the closet space was seriously lacking. Worth consideration, but I wasn’t feeling it. Next!

Cambridgeport – 1 bedroom apartment, 12 minutes to the T, studio price. On our way to this place I was so stunned by the price for a 1 bedroom that I grilled poor Tom the leasing agent about what could be wrong with it! I’m glad the current tenant was home during this viewing since I was able to get her opinion. I knew this was the apartment for me the minute I walked in. It’s super cute, with an open plan kitchen and living room, a little fireplace in the bedroom, and was cool and breezy even though it was 80* and muggy outside. AND – it has a full size gas stove. None of this “apartment-sized” bullshit that only fits two pans even though there are 4 burners. The neighborhood is awesome – I’m right on the river, but also a short walk to all the fun stuff in Central Square. Super bonus: my neighborhood grocery stores are the only Trader Joe’s and Whole Foods that can sell beer and wine in the Boston area, meaning there will be no need to remember the awkward MA liquor laws! All in all, I knew what I wanted, and this apartment had it. Important Thing #1, check!

I forgot to take pictures, but I did remember the placement of a standard-sized couch in the apartment, and could draw up a rough floor sketch around it!

Come to think of it, this would have made a terrible episode of House Hunters. All the fun is in the suspense about which place they’re going to choose, and there was none of that today.

When you find what you want, Important Thing #2 is crucial. Be ready to act fast. Tom the leasing agent was literally checking his phone constantly to make sure the place in question was still available. If you find an apartment that fits all of your criteria, you don’t have time to hem and haw and think another day, you have to pounce. It feels like an impulse buy, it maybe feels a little irresponsible, but you just have to do it. I pondered for 3 awkward minutes in the car on the way back to the office, and announced “ok, let’s do it!” The apartment had been on the market for two hours.

None of this would have been possible without abiding by Important Thing #3 – Get. Help. The Apartment Experts not only drove me all over Somerville and Cambridge to look for this apartment, but they had an in with the landlord, and took care of all the paper work. Yes you have to fill out a lot of paperwork and hand over a couple fairly large checks, but they manage the whole process flawlessly. The next day they let me know that the apartment was mine. A few days later, I had a fully executed lease in my mailboxes, both real and virtual. There is almost always a fee when dealing with brokers in the Boston/Cambridge area, but in this case that (half) fee was 100% worth it. If you’re nice, these guys will do anything they can to get you into the apartment you choose.

Really, the only downside to this whole experience is having it be such a quick process that I’m now left with a little over a month to daydream about furnishing the place! June 1 cannot come soon enough.

If you’re looking for an apartment in Cambridge/Somerville:
Apartment Rental Experts – (617) 666.5031
My agent’s name was Tom Carr, but everyone was very helpful!

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Dogged. Or, the B.A.A. 5K.

This Saturday, Colleen, Matt, and I went down to Seaport to attend the Boston Marathon Expo and pick up our bib numbers for the race.

Oh, not THAT race, not the Boston Marathon. The B.A.A. 5K!

From merely qualifying to be in the race, to completing all of the training, to making it over heartbreak hill, the Boston Marathon is one of the biggest challenges in sports. The race today had the added difficulty of taking place in near-80* weather, which is dangerous heat. I have such admiration for the athletes who rose to the challenge (responsibly) and finished the course today.

While our 5K was not, of course, the same kind of challenge as the Boston Marathon, it was not without its hurdles. I was bitten by a dog last Wednesday and had to spend most of the night in the ER (time that was spent largely waiting sprinkled with medical attention and internal musing that this experience confirmed the philosophy behind Sartre’s “No Exit”). Even though the cut was large, animal bites are rarely stitched due to risk of infection, so I was told I could run as soon as I felt better. While this was good news for my needle-fear, I did not feel well at all for the next couple of days. I know it’s good to have rested legs for a race, but I don’t think this typically includes laying in bed for days because your leg is taped together and you feel crappy from the required drugs.

But by Saturday, with the aid of prescription doses of ibuprofen, I felt better enough to run. I knew it wouldn’t be the time I had hoped for, and I wouldn’t get to beat Colleen, but I wanted to run it anyway. I had trained, I had paid, and I had never run  a 5K before.

We arrived at around 7am – bright and early for the 8am start. The coolest thing about this race was that the finish line was the same finish line used for the Marathon. I know it’s a temporary structure, but it brought about a sense of awe, and served as a reminder that no matter how much pain I was in, I could endure whatever was to come over a mere 3.1 miles if these folks could survive 26.2.

The start to this race – the whole course actually – was a confused one. The thing that I learned about 5K’s is that all 6000 people in the race think they’re fast. So all 6000 people in the race group up toward the front. My favorite example of this was when a lady who looked to be about 70, not strong, and wearing mittens walked up to Colleen and me and asked what pace group we were in. We answered honestly, saying we didn’t know, and the woman put herself directly in front of us! I said “well, that’s presumptuous,” and Colleen and I repositioned ourselves in front of her.

Part B of what I learned about 5K’s is that, unlike the half marathon, people don’t disperse so much after the start. It’s a clusterfu*k the whole way through. It was so crowded that I had to jump up onto the sidewalk, etc. just to get through. And of course, everyone’s looking out for themselves rather than being concerned about being polite. I am proud of myself for only expressing exasperation out loud once – and the lady really did need to get out of the middle of the road.

Because of trauma, tight bandaging, inability to properly stretch, and not being used for the better part of the week, my calves seized up about halfway through the course. But I pressed on. Eventually, someone in the crowd around me said to his buddy, “we have like 6 minutes left. You can do anything for 6 minutes.” And he was correct. I finished with a much slower time than I had wanted, 27:40. I guess if you consider that one of my legs was literally taped together, that’s not too bad.

Like many of the runners in today’s 80* marathon, I had to adjust my expectations and just be proud to have finished at all.

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No matter where I live – GO RED WINGS.

Detroit Red Wings center Kris Draper (33) holds up the Stanley Cup after the Red Wings defeated the Pittsburgh Penguins 3-2 in Game 6 of the Stanley Cup hockey finals in Pittsburgh, Wednesday, June 4, 2008. (AP Photo/Gene J. Puskar)

Listen, you can take the girl out of the Hockeytown, but you can’t take the Hockeytown out of the girl.

 

He's here. And he's hungry. Photo via (@ayronatthewings)

Ladies and gentlemen, Al the Octopus has entered the building. It’s time for Red Wings playoff hockey.

It has been a roller-coaster season. Highs included a record-shattering 23 home game winning streak, leading the NHL in points for a time, and being selected for next year’s NHL Winter Classic that will likely break the world record for attendance at a hockey game. The season has also seen lows, mostly centered around injuries to key players such as captain Nick Lidstrom, skating magician Pavel Datsyuk, and goalie Jimmy Howard. All of this, plus a terrible road record, awkward power play statistics, and a late season skid posting twice as many losses as wins that caused the Wings to slide in the standings and lose home-ice advantage. They are not favored to win their first-round series against the Nashville Predators.

But, at the risk of sounding like a Chrysler commercial, this is Detroit we are talking about. The perpetual underdog. The Red Wings are the definition of a veteran team, and they will play and scrape and hit and fight their absolute hardest while we the fans swing octopi in the air and scream out hearts out (if even from half-way across the country). Let’s Go Red Wings. As they say in Detroit, “don’t stop believin’.”

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Easter Weekend

Two signs that spring is officially here: Flowers and Easter!

Oh, the perks of moving somewhere that you have close friends and family! I was invited to spend Easter weekend with Colleen, her boyfriend Matt, and her mother Jennifer. I knew this would be a great time – trust me, I’m not being sarcastic when I say that this crew knows how to party.

On Saturday, I got up early to head over to Colleen’s apartment. On my walk to the bus, I was shocked at how lively the streets were at 10AM on a Saturday, but it was great to see the community abuzz with people who knew – and seemingly liked – each other. Who says people in Boston are cold? But at the time I would really have rather been sleeping, because I was headed to Colleen’s so that we could do a 6 mile run together. But this is not about our 6 mile run (which was a good one, incidentally). This is about the joys of hanging out and cooking with good friends!

After the run, we piled groceries, Colleen’s sous vide machine, bottles of wine, and ourselves into the car and headed to her mother’s house across town.

Finishing the deviled eggs! These were SO good.

We hung out while Colleen made the three of us a lamb feast, which consisted of the following:

… And now you see why we ran 6 miles!

I have so many great memories of sitting around a table talking with these particular people, and this weekend was no different. We finished the meal by putting a large dent in a bottle of Limoncello and finally got ourselves into a cab home at 1:30!

Matt had been gigging in New York on Saturday night, but was back on Sunday morning. Did you know you can take a midnight-ish bus from NYC to Boston for $13? $13!

A full pound of ramps went into this!

Anyway, our Easter plan was simple: Cook a ramp paella for a late lunch. Ramps are baby leeks that grow in the springtime across North America. They look like scallions but have a softer onion flavor. According to Wikipedia, their abundance in the Chicagoland area is what gave that city its name, as ramps were called Chicagou by the areas’ native tribes. The most important thing about ramps, however, is that they are delicious.

Colleen and Matt working the grill with Skipper. I think that a bird had just made a racket which is why they're all looking at it.

The rain held off and we were able to grill the paella outside. I was on both Bloody Mary duty and action photography duty throughout much of the process, and I think I did well with the tasks, particularly considering the former could result in the latter turning out blurry. The pictures were not blurry, but this is probably just a testament to how nice Colleen’s camera is.

Colleen and me. I should have probably opted for jeans.

We also grilled chorizo and shrimp for those who wanted them, and Colleen made home-made allioli. Everyone declared the Easter Paella to be a new tradition going forward, and I’m glad I was there at the tradition’s start.

Tastes as good as it looks - which is to say, amazing.

Anyway, many thanks to Jennifer for hosting, and Colleen and Matt for cooking. I know I started this post off by saying weekends like this are perks of making this move. But they’re more than perks – they’re the point.

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Playing House

As I’ve mentioned, my aunt is letting me stay at her new house while I get used to the Boston area and embark on an apartment hunt that’s already going to be tough but would have been that much tougher to conduct from across the country. This is extremely generous of her, and I’m so, so grateful. The house is beautiful and has essentially an apartment on the third floor, so there’s plenty of space for the cats and me. It’s a pretty easy commute to work and other places I want to go, and the running in the area is great, too.

But, make no mistake about it, this is the suburbs. And it is an adjustment. My aunt has been gone this week, so I’m getting a full on taste of what life in the suburbs might be like. I had to take out garbage cans for garbage day! This was a novel experience!

Another novel experience has been cooking dinners in my aunt’s vast, brand new gourmet kitchen. I’ve always been able to make do in my various kitchens, but using this stove brings a whole new meaning to the term “now we’re cooking with gas!” My LeCruset grill pan arrived from California already and it’s amazing to be able to use it as intended.

So, while my aunt’s been gone, it’s been fun to hang out in her kitchen, listen to baseball on her built-in surround sound, sip some wine, and cook myself dinner.

Pan Roasted Cod, Crispy Potato Cake, Grilled Spring Onions, and Spicy Tomato Sauce

The zucchini never made it into this dish, but is pictured here for posterity.

Ingredients:
Atlantic Cod
Spring Vidalia Onions
Yukon Gold Potatoes
Crushed Tomatoes
Crushed Red Pepper
Tabasco
Olive Oil
Salt and Pepper

For the Onions:

1. Put a grill pan on medium-high heat (or turn on the grill outside if you’re lucky enough!)

2. Trim off the majority of the green tops of the onions. Quarter the onions and put in a bowl to toss with olive oil.

3. Place onions on hot grill and let cook until softened and grill marks appear. Turn as necessary.

I overcrowded my grill pan - this isn't recommended. But it worked out for me.

For the Fish:

1. Portion out the cod filets and season with salt and pepper.

2. Melt a little butter into a heated pan and put in the fish. Let cook for awhile, until it starts to become flaky. Turn once, carefully, and baste with butter and a little but of the wine. Fish is done when it’s starting to flake apart.

For the Potato Cake:

1. Slice potatoes thinly. I wish my mandoline had made it in time, but I had to do these by hand! Toss with olive oil, a little salt, and pepper.

2. Arrange in a pan so that they’re overlapping a little, there should be 2 layers of potato slices. Put pan over medium-high heat and let cook for 10-15 minutes, pressing down with a spatula so that the potatoes brown evenly.

3. Turn off the heat. Place a plate over the pan, and using a swinging motion, flip potato cake onto the plate. Using your spatula, slide the cake back onto the pan so that the other side can cook. (Don’t forget to turn the heat back on to medium high!

4. When the other side is cooked, use the same swinging motion to flip the cake onto a plate. Divide cake appropriately.

For the Sauce:

1. Put pureed tomatoes into a sauce pan over medium-low heat. Add crushed red pepper and tabasco to taste, as well as some olive oil and a little salt if you would like.

And you’re done! I had this with a fresh-squeezed margarita. Playing house: not just for kids!

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