The Frosted Yogi

A virtual cupcake-yogary, nourishing body and soul.

Out of Office

My dearest devoted readers, this Friday I head over the pond at long last for the Yale Family cycling adventure through Piemonte! I have been training very hard, as shown by this photo (I believe I was watching the final Twilight installment):

Samantha and my Dad have been preparing as well, as illustrated by their matching spandex:

Jared and I wil drive to Cincinnati to drop Eva off with her loving aunt and uncle

where she will meet her NEW baby cousin Lua! And attempt to chase Westin around the yard for many hours.

I’ve got my cycling gear and evening formal wear packed. My in flight comfort set is complete (Aveda blue oil, Turkish shawl/towel/blanket, eye mask, face mask). Jared and I will travel 8 hours from Cincinnati to Paris where I’ll have 4 hours to gorge myself on Paul and Laduree. A second quick flight to Turin and the adventure will officially begin!

The annual south seas pilgrimage

Once a year Jared and I grab some friends and head south for some glorious R&R on the high seas of Southwest Florida. These trips always involve cupcakes, cheese, and a yoga photoshoot.

Friday evening we met Emily (a 3rd time Flying Dutchman sailor) and her fiancee Billy with half a dozen (literally) flying cupcakes. Billy ate the Bart Simpson and declared it “The best cupcake I have ever eaten.” I went halfzies on a Fat Elvis and Koo Koo for Coconut. 

Saturday morning stocked with Piave, sopressata, Yuengling, and pinot grigio we set sail.

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The wind started out strong (though not at bad as this day) but after an hour or two calmed down. With the sun shining we were able to take turns sunbathing up front and even got some kick ass yoga shots.

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After a relaxing Saturday, Sunday was our fitness portion of the weekend. Emily and I went for a lovely trot around Prosperity Point then Billy joined us for a relaxing yoga class. Jared ate left over shrimp tacos. Until next time, RSW!

How does your garden grow? Sweet basil, purple mint, lavender, and rosemary.

How does your garden grow? Sweet basil, purple mint, lavender, and rosemary.

I <3 Coconut Oil

First off, any product that in the same form can be eaten or slathered on your face and is GOOD in either scenario, you have my support. I purchased my first tub of coconut oil from Whole Foods a few weeks ago to make this smoothie. Since then, I’ve pretty much added it to any beverage I make. Chocolate milk? Sure! Tea? Why not!

I didn’t begin to dabble in topical applications until this past weekend when I accidentally spent 4 hours at the park (see photos below) without sunblock on and got burnt. In an attempt to not see my skin blister or peel I went on a hydration rampage Sunday night. I began with my favorite at home spa mask. Then while cleaning up the kitchen I came across my tub of coconut oil. I figured sure, why not, grabbed a glob and rubbed it across my forehead. Coconut oil is solid at room temperature but the second your fingers touch it starts to melt. I gave myself a nice sheen then settled in for the evening. 3 days later I can thankfully say my skin looks fabulous! Radiant! Even healthy pink, not scary red!

Here’s where I get obsessive. My friend Google told me I can also use it as a face wash to hydrate and balance my skin. Some articles have said to just use the oil and rinse. Others have said to use a normal face wash afterwards. I’ve tried both and dare I say my skin has been glowing? There’s no greater feeling than spooning out a lump of coconut oil, spreading some on my face, and eating the rest.

Also, kookoo for coconuts is my favorite cupcake from Flying Cupcake.

Here’s a really weird protein shake you can try: Combine 1 tb coconut oil, 2 tb hemp protein powder, 2 parts almond milk (if you use no sugar added then throw in some honey), 1 part coconut water. Mmm!

From left to right: Bernie (Eva’s age, about 15 Ibs bigger), Eva, Duke

Remy - Eva’s cousin!! Same breeder, I think same mother, but much smaller dad. 7 months old and paws half of Eva’s size.

How to stay motivated

It is very difficult to stay motivated in your workouts without a specific goal or a workout partner. Currently, I employ the latter. My partner in crime is Eva and she keeps me in tip top shape. As soon as my alarm goes off she’s ready to pounce. When I roll out my yoga mat she runs to my side. In down dog she reclines by my feet making cute puppy eyes of encouragement. For forward folds she toddles to the front and licks my face if I can stretch juuuust a few millimeters more. And just when I think my practice is done she makes me walk around the block for a potty break. 

The most delicious thing you may never eat

From posts like this one you know I positively ADORE stroopwaffel, those syrup filled waffle cookies the Dutch have cleverly invented. Jared flies back to Holland 1-2x each year to keep our pantry stocked with only the freshest stroopwaffel, often in the rumbutter variety. On his trip to Holland last fall Jared found what looked to be a stroopwaffel covered in chocolate. In what I can only assume was a case of early onset dementia he thought we might not like them so he only bought 4. OBVIOUSLY we loved them so when Jared went back 2 weeks ago I gave him very strict instructions to bring back LOTS of the chocolate covered stroopwaffels.

These really are stroopwaffel covered in chocolate but because that wasn’t good enough they also added more syrup:

Just look at that gooey deliciousness! I tried Googling Sir Heerlijck Banket (Is that a name? Who knows!) and got some pretty sketchy results. So basically the only way to get these delectable treats is to romance someone of Dutch heritage who take biannual trips back to the Hague. Doei!

How to Sunrise Yoga now and Not look like a zombie later

I love sunrise yoga. I love sunrise everything. I’m just a morning person. I also think you can sleep when you die. Which is probably why I have fairly horrifically dark under-eye circles year round. During periods of increased stress (a.k.a. college exams) my under-eyes swell up and engulf my eyeballs. I read an article where some fancy lady who worked for Chanel said their eye cream, or La Mer’s, was pretty fantastic but if you couldn’t afford it vaseline was a great #2. I read the wikipedia page for petroleum jelly and it’s a little scary. So, I set out to find a more natural solution that also maybe didn’t cost $100/oz.

This past month my Self Magazine (thanks Ali!) had a DIY spa article featuring recipes from Tata Harper. I’ve recently noticed a lot of buzz about Tata Harper and her organic farm in Vermont where she grows all the ingredients for her products. I bet she enjoys sunrise yoga before picking herbs in fields of flowers and I’d like to be her friend. So back to the article - Tata gave a recipe for tea, shea butter, and jojoba oil. She recommends equal parts shea and jojoba. I thought that created too liquid-y of a solution so I up’ed the shea butter to 2 parts, 1 part jojoba.

It goes on pretty thick so I’ve taken to applying it in the morning while I get ready or at night while I make dinner then dabbing it off. I’m not 100% sure it’s had an effect but it cost about $14 and will last as long as I have eyeballs, so I’m pretty content for now.

From the best sister in the whole world

From the best sister in the whole world

Wanted: DC Cupcakenapper

I have the saddest tale to share, my friends. I just returned from a weekend in DC visiting my family. Friday morning, in preparation for my arrival, my almost brother-in-law Ryan stopped in to Georgetown Cupcakes to pick up a few of their famous treats for us. He bought 3, boarded the bus back to Glover Park, and placed the cakes under his seat.

Here’s where the story takes a turn for the worst. 10 minutes into his bus ride Ryan glances down to check on his cakes. And they’re GONE. Poof! When I arrived and Ryan told me this I was so horrified I HAD to have 3 cups of ice cream. Well, 1 coconut freeze-y pop, 1 gelato, and 1 ice cream. But still. Numbs the pain.

So, residents of DC, thanks for stealing my cupcakes. I fart in your general direction!

Life as a single mother

This past Friday my live-in-life-partner jetted off to Holland to visit his family for the week. Some might have worried I’d feel lonely. Not at all! Less than 24 hours after Jared’s departure Eva invited some friends over and we had our own little at home puppy palooza. 

The guests, saying goodbye to their Daddy (Westin - next to Eva) / Uncle (Cece - on the steps)

8 hours of running around, chewing the sewer covers off 2 pipes, demolishing a tennis ball and badger (toy, don’t worry), and thoroughly sniffing each other’s butts they were pooped

I can’t really tell who’s who in that one. The next morning everyone was very sad to say goodbye. If you look closely you can see Eva’s crazy eye. She’s about to fall over with exhaustion. I’m too old for this!

This upcoming weekend I head to DC where the festivities will be a bit more subdued though equally enjoyable. Eva will be attending a Spanish immersion program a.k.a. visiting Amparo.

¡Hasta luego!