Brunette Belgian Praline Spread
Last Sunday we had a light lunch at Le Pain Quotidien and went to an Open House, all the while talking about the jar of deliciously nutty, chocolaty spread that had been on our table at lunch, served with fresh bread. Before long, we were circling back to Le Pain Quotidien to buy a jar to take home with us, along with a walnut boule. This is that spread. It's called Brunette, and slathering it onto warm bread while sipping coffee turns a regular morning into something absolutely decadent. I want to say it blows Nutella away, but this great post by a local blogger has led me to believe that I've never tasted true Italian Nutella. I believe a taste-off is in order...
The Decemberists: The King is Dead
I have a love-hate relationship with the Decemberists. I adored their '05 album Picaresque. I adored the single "O Valencia!" from the following album. But I actively disliked everything else they touched, for the next five years. That's a lot of songs and a lot of longwinded nerd mythologies to hate. Until now. The King is Dead is their new album, and it breathes new life into the Decemberists catalog for me. It's earthy and warm, gutsy and folksy, full of life and sound. It features Gillian Welch and REM's Peter Buck. Fewer pirate references, more Americana singalongs. Fewer allegories, more relatable moments. This is my kinda album. And I can't stop playing it.
As I write this I'm staring at the wall in the home office/guest bedroom, which is completely lined with bookcases, which are spilling over with books. Trying to create the look of too many books is not a problem for me. But if it were, or if I decided the perfect accent in my perfect kitchen would be the look of books minus the flammable/keeping-them-clean concerns, I would own this wallpaper. And I would love it. Thanks, Remodelista - your post showcasing book-printed wallpaper made my dreamy morning eating Brunette, listening to the Decemberists, and watching the snow outside a little bit dreamier.