Monthly Archives: February 2012

Food things and a story.

Oh, it's been a long month of eating junk (thanks, thesis). But I'm looking forward to cooking again in March… I already have a bolognese sauce recipe I love, but my lasagna only makes me like 80% happy, so I'm definitely going to be trying Deb's incredibly comprehensive directions for putting together a really good one with the sauce I love. David Lebovitz, as I mentioned to someone recently, kinda looks like my dad, if you look at him really quickly in passing…sort of. Sometimes I like to imagine that he's my gay, pastry chef, Paris-residing uncle. That's not weird, right? His recipes are a secret weapon for me, and I'm so excited to try this egg salad. Speaking of eggs, here is a recipe for a NY deli style breakfast sandwich. I really miss those. And chicken tacos, plus a story about Mexico city that make me want to go there!

Now.

This is a real story about the time my mom made me strap a pillow to my ass so I would agree to put on my rollerblades and skate down the street. I have chosen to tell it to you through the magic of a drawing I made on my Ipad. 

Ana skate 1

My parents were always trying to get me to exercise when I was a kid, because they are MONSTERS. They have in common with each other (and the adult me) that they're not-very-diplomatic realists and pragmatic in a way that is often sort of extreme. That tendency really found its nadir in this particular moment. I was like, "I don't want to learn how to rollerblade. I feel like I'm probably going to die." Most parents would've dismissed the idea that I was going to die, but my mom was like, "Yeah, you're probably going to fall a lot. Strap this to your butt." Hey, you know one thing that really throws a newbie skater off balance? A large object tied to her ass. Also, a parent who is laughing so hard she cannot speak or breathe.

The end.

Gonna drop like a stone.

Can we talk about how obsessed I am with the Talking Heads song "Sax and Violins" lately?

 

Because I am totally obsessed. It's so deliciously…New Wave-y. I think? It's about more than the song; it's about the Wim Wenders film it came from ("Until the End of the World"; a movie that is probably better in my memory than in reality and that I always felt would've made a really good book…why don't people ever do this?) (Did you know that Peter Carey co-wrote the screenplay?).

You know what I need to read? A really good, tragic romance. Of the non-cheesy variety. "Oscar and Lucinda"? 

We are criminals that never broke no laws. And all we needed was a net to break our fall, you know? No? Yes–

OH MY GOD, get back to work, Ana, your thesis is due in like four days.

This blog is the best ever. Not THIS one, this one.

This one.

It's so thoughtful and well-written. Kate Christensen is an award winning author and bla bla bla. She's really stupendous. 

Anyway, I love her idea for Valentine's Day. It is the business.

"Groups of people should dine lavishly and convivially together on St. Valentine’s Day the way they do on Thanksgiving. Single people wouldn’t have to feel as if they were missing out on “coupled bliss.” Unhappy couples could indulge in a day of social bacchanalia. Happy couples could widen their circle, which is always a good thing. Instead of reverting every year to the timeworn offerings between twosomes of lingerie, roses, and chocolates, making many people feel pressured, inadequate, or left out, it strikes me that it would be so much more fun if everyone just gathered around tables to flirt and make toasts and enjoy one another’s company and feast all together on a traditional St. Valentine’s Day dinner: raw oysters, asparagus, artichokes, fresh figs, chocolate-dipped strawberries… and then have a big, old-fashioned orgy. Just kidding, I think."

Read more at: http://katechristensen.wordpress.com/

A review of book #6 of the Amelia Peabody series by “Michael”, standing in for all our moms.

From Audible.com:

"Not half Bad, but get a room!

I like E. Peters' stories of Peabody et. al. As with long series I sometimes get confused as to the chronology of the story [EDIT: we humbly suggest you may be reading them out of order]. In this one, Ramses is a young boy and in some I found him as a young adult [EDIT: we understand that it is confusing when time passes]. The characters are always consistent though. Stories of lost civilizations are usually interesting to me and this one was partially developed and left lots of questions [EDIT: we cannot disagree that the book failed to contain all of ancient Egyptian history, but we love pie!]

Really, the only reason I wrote this review was that Emerson and Peabody seemed to spend a lot of time in the sack. I'm no prude, but it seemed like they were "getting busy" in every chapter. Their special moments were alluded to in a Victorian vocabulary; the author was trying to use every subtle phrase to indicate the onset of the physical act. Peabody seemed to be quite horny, but the reader is left wondering just how did they "Do it" with all those clothes, the sand, and the baying of the camels [EDIT: RIGHT?]. Thus, it is requested that more details be provided or that their rabbit-like natures be minimized." 

Dear Michael, I love you.

The Aura

…is a really good Argentinian thriller I watched recently with my dad. Ricardo Darin (from The Secret In Their Eyes, a movie made famous by this blog) is such a good actor. Watching movies with my dad always reminds me of when I first moved to Charlotte and had the super-ultra-plus Netflix sub so that we could watch a movie every.single.night. This was before streaming. It seemed to me at the time that there was absolutely nothing to do in Charlotte, but as it's turned out there's only mostly nothing to do here.

No, I totally love living here, why do you ask?

*cries quietly*

Here it is on the 'flix.

The_aura

Food and travel things.

One of the things that I read about a lot is food. I am thinking of every once in a while gathering up things that I'd like to try out sometime in my kitchen so that if you, my dearest reader, like cooking, you can try them too.

Things like Nigel Slater's chicken curry, Food52's lamb merguez, or vegetable curry. Banh mi (mon amour!) or sardine pate (for real) or carrot soup with miso, or spaghetti with braised kale or this salmon from the Goop newsletter a few weeks ago (no link? no link!) (again, because it was delicious, except for the collards it was wrapped in, which were weird) or another Ivy-style chopped salad (ol' Goopy has the best recipes, coupled with the worst health advice).

I hope you're all cooking something so delicious this week that you just end up eating it over the stove because you sort of forget to sit down.

Meanwhile, when it comes to travel, let me introduce you to the Ateneo Grand Splendid bookstore in Buenos Aires. I want to go to there.

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Which I stole.

I found this on The Unreliable Novelist. I mean, right?


Abandon All Hope, You Who Enter Here.

FIRST CIRCLE: LIMBO
I have this, like, really really good idea. I’ll just think about it constantly for several years, take lots of brilliant notes and tell all my friends about it so they can admire my genius.

SECOND CIRCLE: LUST
My book tour is going to rock! I’m going to charm the shit out of Jimmy Fallon. And maybe Ryan Gosling too.

THIRD CIRCLE: GLUTTONY
Hmm, feeling a little stuck here. Maybe cake will help. And booze. Definitely booze.

FOURTH CIRCLE: GREED
I must hoard all my ideas so you can’t steal them and succeed before I do.

FIFTH CIRCLE: ANGER
MUGHfuhrgdhugfhsrvgsegf! !!!!!!!

SIXTH CIRCLE: HERESY
God damn writer’s block.

SEVENTH CIRCLE: VIOLENCE, BLASPHEMY AND SUICIDE
Another draft for the bonfire. MotherF@CKER. Kill me now.

EIGTH CIRCLE: FRAUD
I have no idea what I’m doing. Everyone is whispering about me behind my back.

NINTH CIRCLE: TREACHERY
In the absence of any truly original ideas, I’m going to steal scenes, characters and dialogue directly from my friends’ lives.

Conclusion: I’m going to have to pass through the center of the earth to finish this thing.