Tuesday, December 7, 2010
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Friday, November 5, 2010
chicken!
Here is Vanessa rescuing the rest of the chicken to be used for another meal. She is a vegetarian but hates to waste so she went to town carving and finding every last morsel.
By removing the back and thigh bones, which is a lot easier than it sounds, you cut your cooking time in half. Also, this is a flexible recipe — you can vary the herbs and substitute any hearty vegetable for the potatoes.
SERVES: 4
TIME: 1 hour
- 1 3 to 4 pound chicken, washed and dried
- 1 lemon, cut in half
- 6 garlic cloves, peeled
- a few sprigs each fresh rosemary, sage and thyme
- coarse salt
- freshly ground black pepper
- about 1/3 cup extra virgin olive oil
- 1 1/2 dozen fingerling potatoes (or any small potato), peeled
Preheat the oven to 450ºF (on convection if possible).
Using a pair of sharp kitchen shears, remove and discard the backbone of the chicken (or save it for making stock). With a sharp pairing knife, remove the thigh bones — simply follow the bone and let your knife do the work for you. You can also ask your butcher to do this.
Lay the chicken, breast side up, in a roasting tray and press down with your hands so that it flattens. Squeeze over the lemon, getting the juice on and around the entire chicken, and throw the lemon halves into the tray. Toss in the garlic cloves, being sure to tuck a few underneath the bird along with the fresh herbs. Liberally salt and pepper the chicken and drizzle over enough olive oil to coat — about 3 tablespoons.
Meanwhile bring a saucepan of water to a boil and season with a few pinches of salt. Boil the potatoes for 8 minutes. Drain the potatoes, put them back in the pot with the lid on and shake vigorously to ‘fluff’ their exteriors. Put the potatoes in the tray with the chicken and drizzle with olive oil to coat (about another 3 tablespoons) and sprinkle with salt and pepper.
Cover the tray with tinfoil, roast for 20 minutes, remove the tinfoil and baste with the juices that have collected on the bottom. Roast for an additional 20 minutes, uncovered, or until a thermometer inserted into the thigh registers at least 165ºF and the skin is browned.
Sunday, October 31, 2010
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Wednesday, July 14, 2010
summer
Monday, June 28, 2010
Pile of Fun
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
Lost Moon Radio
Saturday, May 8, 2010
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Friday, March 26, 2010
a poem for you
What would I do with your balls, were they mine?
Would I hang them by their shorthairs from my long painted nails?
And crack a grin as they dropped, splat splat, on the floor?
No, I wouldn't do that with your balls, were they mine.
But I'd put them instead in some sort of shrine.
I'd fondle them daily, and keep them in line,
and give them a licking from time to time.
Yes, that's what I'd do with your balls, were they mine.
poem from BREAKING IN
image from COMFORT AND JOY
Monday, February 1, 2010
Saturday, January 9, 2010
Monday, January 4, 2010
scenes from the cereal aisle
I saw THE HURT LOCKER last night. It's a great film. SPOILERS AHEAD: There's a scene at the end that takes place in a supermarket. In a wonderfully jarring cut we go from Iraq to an American supermarket. The main character, who has been diffusing bombs in Iraq, is lost in the cereal aisle. The scenes in Iraq are very hot, lots of reds, dirty and then the supermarket is cool colors, bright artificial lighting, a stark contrast to everything that has come before. In the film the supermarket is a bleak, sterile, boring place.
Other examples of supermarkets: Radiohead's video for "Fake Plastic Trees"
FANTASTIC MR. FOX ends with dancing in a supermarket and at first glance it seems like a happy ending but the more I think about it the more it seems full of sadness. The apples have stars on them and that's cool, but should we just sit back and be ok with that and try and live as best we can within the system? All the animals, who used to live in trees and in tunnels, are now living in concrete bunkers underground. The last shot leaves the supermarket and shows an empty parking lot. "They paved paradise and put up a parking lot."
Another film that has dancing in a supermarket: PUNCH DRUNK LOVE. Barry Egan finds a loophole in the supermarket system and dances with giddy joy.
The opening scenes of THE BIG LEBOWSKI:
Moments before the Ramjammer has a supermarket freakout in THE WRESTLER
Seconds before Wendy shoplifts in WENDY AND LUCY
Where does this neon sadness come from? Perhaps it stems from the fact that there is such an abundance of food in supermarkets but we are personally removed from it. The food magically appears. We have no connection to it. We don't see the hours of labor and transport and devastation that comes before the food appears on the shelf. We just get the colorful packaging, bright lights and soothing music. And most of the "food" is totally artificial, manufactured to taste like food and make us happy and comfortable. Food is supposed to sustain us and give us life but modern supermarket food is slowly killing us, making us fat and unhealthy, but dang it sure does taste good! Ok ok, calm down. So what about the sadness? Well if energy cannot be destroyed, and it continues to resonate in all things, and in a supermarket there's hundred of dead animals who lived sad, tortured lives and thousands of manufactured food products that generate tons of waste and pollution, then supermarkets must surely have some of the most negative and noxious energy of any of our modern institutions, right?
Oh girl, you know I'm jus' messin'! I love supermarkets and I'm gonna keep looking for more supermarket scenes in movies and you should too! Until then, happy shopping!