Success!! (yelled in a John Malkovich voice from Dangerous Liasons, running up the stairs)
I finally finished my bedazzled deer skull.
Twas a tedious project, I will admit - but well worth it in the end.
I think for the next one, I will do gunmetal crystals.
The husband wants to know who I am selling these to - so if any of you all are interested, feel free to place an order.
Whether he stays with me or not - he still needs a name.
Suggestions requested..
The inane ramblings of a bored housewife who enjoys cocktails, cooking and sparkly things.
Friday, December 16, 2011
Wednesday, December 14, 2011
The Hunger Games
I am more than willing to admit to being a loser. So, I will begin here by reiterating that - based on the fact that I have recently been obsessed with a Tween Trilogy.
I blame my friend Erin for starting this - but thank her as well. She and I had joked about it on Halloween and the next thing I knew she dropped the first book off at my door. Well, after I read Steven King's review (we will discuss my endless love affair with him later), I couldn't wait to get started. Needless to say I was not disappointed.
I will let Steven summarize for you all, as he does it far better than I;
"As negative Utopias go, Suzanne Collins has created a dilly. The United States is gone. North America has become Panem, a TV-dominated dictatorship run from a city called the Capitol. The rest of Panem is divided into 12 Districts (the former 13th had the bad judgment to revolt and no longer exists). The yearly highlight in this nightmare world is the Hunger Games, a bloodthirsty reality TV show in which 24 teenagers chosen by lottery - two from each District - fight each other in a desolate environment called the "arena." The winner gets a life of ease; the losers get death. The only "unspoken rule" is that you can't eat the dead contestants. Let's see the makers of the movie version try to get a PG-13 on this baby.
Our heroine is Katniss Everdeen (lame name, cool kid), a resident of District 12, which used to be Appalachia. She lives in a desperately poor mining community called the Seam, and when her little sister's name is chosen as one of the contestants in the upcoming Hunger Games, Katniss volunteers to take her place. A gutsy decision, given the fact that District 12 hasn't produced a Hunger Games winner in 30 years or so, making them the Chicago Cubs of the postapocalypse world. Complicating her already desperate situation is her growing affection for the other District 12 contestant, a clueless baker's son named Peeta Mellark. Further complicating her situation is her sorta-crush on her 18-year-old hunting partner, Gale. Gale isn't clueless; Gale is smoldering. Says so right on page 14.
The love triangle is fairly standard teen-read stuff; what 16-year-old girl wouldn't like to have two interesting guys to choose from? The rest of The Hunger Games, however, is a violent, jarring speed--rap of a novel that generates nearly constant suspense and may also generate a fair amount of controversy. I couldn't stop reading, and once I got over the main character's name (Gale calls her Catnip - ugh), I got to like her a lot. And although "young adult novel" is a dumbbell term I put right up there with "jumbo shrimp" and "airline food" in the oxymoron sweepstakes, how many novels so categorized feature one character stung to death by monster wasps and another more or less eaten alive by mutant werewolves? I say more or less because Katniss, a bow-and-arrow Annie Oakley, puts the poor kid out of his misery before the werewolves can get to the prime cuts.
Collins is an efficient no-nonsense prose stylist with a pleasantly dry sense of humor. Reading The Hunger Games is as addictive (and as violently simple) as playing one of those shoot-it-if-it-moves videogames in the lobby of the local eightplex; you know it's not real, but you keep plugging in quarters anyway. Balancing off the efficiency are displays of authorial laziness that kids will accept more readily than adults. When Katniss needs burn cream or medicine for Peeta, whom she more or less babysits during the second half of the book, the stuff floats down from the sky on silver parachutes. And although the bloody action in the arena is televised by multiple cameras, Collins never mentions Katniss seeing one. Also, readers of Battle Royale (by Koushun Takami), The Running Man, or The Long Walk (those latter two by some guy named Bachman) will quickly realize they have visited these TV badlands before. "
Stephen King, Entertainment Weekly Online
I am waiting as patiently as possible for the movie to come out.
Monday, December 12, 2011
Ragu Guardaporta
I am very proud of my Italian Heritage, and have been having an ongoing love affair with Italy for some years now.
A few years ago, the husband and I took an Italian class in our neighborhood. Each week, he rocked it, had his homework done ahead of time, blah, blah. This gal on the other hand was always scrambling last minute to finish assignments and even resorted to cheating off of mr. perfecto's work (don't tell).
Needless to say we finished the class and he was able to have conversations with the maitre'd at our favorite local restaurant while I was still struggling to get my wine glass refilled without resorting to mime.
I have always wanted to make this dish, but was a tad intimidated as it calls for all sorts of cuts of meat and takes all day to cook. Well, today was the day. The husband suggested that I make my own version and volunteered to document the whole affair with pictures (brace yourselves).
A few years ago, the husband and I took an Italian class in our neighborhood. Each week, he rocked it, had his homework done ahead of time, blah, blah. This gal on the other hand was always scrambling last minute to finish assignments and even resorted to cheating off of mr. perfecto's work (don't tell).
Needless to say we finished the class and he was able to have conversations with the maitre'd at our favorite local restaurant while I was still struggling to get my wine glass refilled without resorting to mime.
I have always wanted to make this dish, but was a tad intimidated as it calls for all sorts of cuts of meat and takes all day to cook. Well, today was the day. The husband suggested that I make my own version and volunteered to document the whole affair with pictures (brace yourselves).
Ragù Guardaporta is a traditional dish from Napoli. Guardaporta means "doorman" in Italian and the dish was originally a stew that was slowly braised in a pot by hotel doormen and other staff in their living quarters while on duty. Ragù Guardaporta was a stew that could cook on it's own with little or no attention. Any cheap cut of beef, pork, veal, lamb, or even horse meat was stewed in a "doorman's ragu".
The word ragu is derived from the French verb ragoûter, which means "to revive the taste". Ragù Napoletano and Ragù alla Bolognese are similar Italian meat stews served on pasta, and many of the ingredients are the same.
OK, lets move on to the pictures (and recipe)..The word ragu is derived from the French verb ragoûter, which means "to revive the taste". Ragù Napoletano and Ragù alla Bolognese are similar Italian meat stews served on pasta, and many of the ingredients are the same.
Quite a journey. Consensus - it was heavenly but very rich. I see how it would be perfect after a long day toiling in the vineyards - not so much in suburban CT.
Ragu Guardaporta
(this is my own recipe created after reading quite a few others - I believe I chose the best ingredients and techniques from all :-)
(this is my own recipe created after reading quite a few others - I believe I chose the best ingredients and techniques from all :-)
Ingredients:
*** For the sauce***
2 tablespoons olive oil
1 lb spareribs
1 lb osso bucco
1 lb sweet italian sausage
4 cloves garlic finely chopped
i medium onion chopped
1/4 cup tomato paste
3 28 oz cans crushed tomatoes
1 cup red wine
2 cups water
6 fresh basil leaves torn into pieces (or chiffonade)
1 tablespoon dried oregano
1/4 cup chopped Italian parsley
3 heaping tablespoons Parmigiano- Reggiano
Salt & freshly ground pepper
***For the meatballs***
1 lb ground beef
1/2 cup plain bread crumbs
2 large eggs
1 teaspoon minced garlic
1/2 cup freshly grated Parmigiano Reggiano cheese
2 tablespoons freshly chopped parsley
1 teaspoon salt
Freshly ground pepper
2 tablespoons olive oil
Directions:
To make the sauce - Heat the oil in a large heavy pot over medium heat. Pat the pork dry and put the pieces in the pot. Cook, turning occasionally for about 15 minutes or until they get nice and dark brown. Transfer to a plate.
Dry and brown the Osso Bucco the same way and add to plate. Place sausages in the pot and brown on all sides and put on plate with other meats.
Add the chopped onion and garlic to the pan and cook on low heat for 3-4 minutes. Put tomato paste in the pan and stir for 1 minute. Add the red wine to deglaze pan for 4-5 minutes or until the wine is reduced by half.
Pour crushed tomatoes and water to the pot. Add basil, oregano, pepper and cheese.
Place meat back into pot with sauce. Add the cheese and bring to a simmer. Partially cover and cook over low heat for no less than 4 hours (the longer the better).
To make the meatballs-
Combine all ingredients except oil in a bowl and mix well. Shape into two inch balls.
Heat oil in large heavy skillet and add meatballs browning thoroughly on all sides. Transfer to a plate.
When you are about 20 - 30 minutes away from serving, add the meatballs to the sauce and immerse to cook/ heat through.
To serve -
Cut sausage into smaller pieces if leaving meats in sauce. Alternatively you can always remove the meat from the sauce and serve them on a platter as a second course after the pasta and sauce.
Serve with excessive amounts of good Italian red wine.
Now - go get fat.
Saturday, December 10, 2011
Christmas List
I have been desperately trying to get all of my Christmas shopping done.
My problem is, I keep getting distracted by things that I want rather than focusing on the others in my life. (so selfish!)
Anyhoo - In case anyone is wondering what to get me - here are a few things I found whilst perusing one of my fave catalogues (Gorsuch);
Feel free to purchase any or all.
My list keeps growing though, so don't panic if you don't get a chance to get me something here before someone else does. Tomorrow is another day.
My problem is, I keep getting distracted by things that I want rather than focusing on the others in my life. (so selfish!)
Anyhoo - In case anyone is wondering what to get me - here are a few things I found whilst perusing one of my fave catalogues (Gorsuch);
Really though - I take issue with this, because I don't understand why this is not my errand outfit. You know, just when I pop out from my mountainside mans. for some coffee
Feel free to purchase any or all.
My list keeps growing though, so don't panic if you don't get a chance to get me something here before someone else does. Tomorrow is another day.
Friday, December 9, 2011
A very shiny Friday
OK.
To start off the weekend, I thought I would share some of my most recent totes faves things.
Am OBSESSED with these..
Wish I had a place in the house for this;
Sold out on Polyvore, with an impressive price tag ($1,800). Got to love Suzan Fellman for the idea, though.
Am even working on my own now..
This one - I can't get over...and SOLD on Etsy for $2,166.59
Anyhoo - am obsessed with getting my sparkle skulls done now. Just waitin' on my crystal order.
Here are a few extra little love nuggets;
To start off the weekend, I thought I would share some of my most recent totes faves things.
Am OBSESSED with these..
Wish I had a place in the house for this;
Sold out on Polyvore, with an impressive price tag ($1,800). Got to love Suzan Fellman for the idea, though.
Am even working on my own now..
This one - I can't get over...and SOLD on Etsy for $2,166.59
Anyhoo - am obsessed with getting my sparkle skulls done now. Just waitin' on my crystal order.
Here are a few extra little love nuggets;
Thursday, December 8, 2011
Now what
OK, so this is my new dress for a wedding I have coming up at the end of the month.
Aurora Sequin Gown
by Calypso St. Barth
Pretty sparkly, right?
Am thinking of wearing these with it;
Kenneth Jay Lane Crystal Clip Earrings
Now if I could only figure out what to do with these extra lbs...
L.O.V.E.
Am in love with this dress.
Alas, nowhere to wear it. Except spinning in front of my mirror pretending I am a princess.
I think a bead up the nose would be a perfect accessory
Alas, nowhere to wear it. Except spinning in front of my mirror pretending I am a princess.
I think a bead up the nose would be a perfect accessory
An old favorite
This video makes me cry laughing every time. But it is not the obvious ridiculousness that does it for me. It's the little things, the earrings, the watch, the bra showing under the tank top and of course the music, so clearly bringin' it on home.
http://youtu.be/cds7lSHawAw
If this sight looks at all familiar to you - perhaps we have met out one night.
http://youtu.be/cds7lSHawAw
If this sight looks at all familiar to you - perhaps we have met out one night.
Hello!
This is a picture of me.
(with an afro on and some sweet boobs, oh and a pig nose around my neck)
When I was in Kindergarten I stuck a bead up my nose because it was pink and shiny and I didn't want anyone else to have it. I happen to have exceptionally small nostrils, so when I went to retrieve the coveted object, it proved more than difficult to remove.
Eventually, after a trip to the nurses office, frantic phone calls to locate my errant mother (who I believe was shopping at Bloomingdale's) and many tears, I finally blew it out into a napkin.
The nurse wouldn't let me keep it.
Bitch.
Now when I encounter shiny things that I like, rather than sticking them up my nose, I will share them here.
(with an afro on and some sweet boobs, oh and a pig nose around my neck)
When I was in Kindergarten I stuck a bead up my nose because it was pink and shiny and I didn't want anyone else to have it. I happen to have exceptionally small nostrils, so when I went to retrieve the coveted object, it proved more than difficult to remove.
Eventually, after a trip to the nurses office, frantic phone calls to locate my errant mother (who I believe was shopping at Bloomingdale's) and many tears, I finally blew it out into a napkin.
The nurse wouldn't let me keep it.
Bitch.
Now when I encounter shiny things that I like, rather than sticking them up my nose, I will share them here.
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