These Baby Yukon Gold potatoes look better than any other potato I’ve ever baked, thanks to a nifty trick culled from the Barefoot Contessa again. Ina Garten found this method of preparing the tubers while in London, and it adds a delicate flair to an otherwise simple and hearty side dish. It’s quite simple – you skim off the bottom of a potato so it stands solidly without rocking. Then you cut almost to the bottom in 1/8 inch slices, so that the potato stays intact, but sliced. Coat in olive oil and a mixture of rosemary, salt and pepper, working both oil and spices in between each slice. Bake at 425 for about half an hour. Pretty, easy, and perfect for a holiday dinner.
December
2012
December
2012
In Brotherly Tradition
Tonight my brother and I are planning on marking a relatively new holiday tradition – sharing a sundae at Sammy Fariello’s – our childhood haunt in Amsterdam, NY. Back when we were kids, it was baseball cards, Big League Chew, and root-beer-flavored hard candy. These days it’s turkey joints, sundaes, and my niece and/or nephew. As much as things change, they also stay the same. This is only the third year of our tradition, but they have to start somewhere. In their infancy, they also seem less onerous, less a case of drudgery and more a case of wanting to do them, to share the season with a loved one.
December
2012
Red Radishes
Growing up, the sliced radish was the one part of a salad that I couldn’t stomach. It was too spicy, too harsh, too biting – and like Fritos and pizza and lobster, I didn’t go back to it for many years. But while I returned to those favorites and grew to love them, my return to radishes has only just taken place, spurred on by an episode of the Barefoot Contessa Goes to London, wherein the root vegetable formed a colorful addition to a ploughman’s lunch. Ms. Garten has featured the radish before, honoring it as a popular French snack, served with sea salt and a baguette of French bread smeared with salted butter.
Without radishes from the garden (we are, as FUSSYlittleBLOG pointed out, far from radish season – he directed me to Buenos Aires), I looked in Fresh Market, which had a few in their organic section. I found some cheap sea salt there as well, but forgot that Marshall’s is the real secret place to get decent spices at much more reasonable prices. With that in mind, I stopped by their Homegoods store and found some Himalayan Pink Sea Salt in its own grinder. Pink just makes everything better.
As for taste, the radish is just as I remembered it, though the addition of a little pink sea salt added another layer of welcome interest. Served with a buttered baguette, it made for a simple preamble to dinner, and I can see how it would make a good after-work snack. Nothing that I’ll do with any regularity, at least not until I put some radishes in my own garden, but a nice enough break to winter monotony.
(My favorite part was still the Himalayan pink salt. I mean, it was pink.)
December
2012
Jewels of the Season
These precious gems are pomegranates, and once removed from their encasement they shine like jewels. The trick to excavating them and not getting your hands stained with their potent color, is to cut the whole fruit in half, then work to remove the seeds in a bowl of water. It just takes a bit of practice, and soon you’ll have a gorgeous pile of antioxidant-rich fruit, ready for snacking, cocktailing, or just sprinkling on melon or salads.
December
2012
The Madonna Timeline: Song #81 – ‘Devil Wouldn’t Recognize You’ – Winter 2009
{Note: The Madonna Timeline is an ongoing feature, where I put the iPod on shuffle, and write a little anecdote on whatever was going on in my life when that Madonna song was released and/or came to prominence in my mind.}
As quiet as it is tonight
You’d almost think you were safe
Your eyes are full of surprises
They cannot predict my fate
Waiting underneath the stars
There’s something you should know
The angels they surround my heart
Telling me to let you go…
This is one of those ‘morning-after’ songs, when you look at the world through the dim lens of regret, a look that is both frightening and unforgiving. Perhaps it’s the death knell of a relationship, or the realization that you’ve been betrayed. Perhaps a friendship has fallen apart and you understand and accept that there is no way to right it. Perhaps it’s the simple acknowledgment that what has passed is indeed, and finally, in the past, and we can never be the same. It is a chilling notion, and this is a chilling song.
From the 2008 album ‘Hard Candy’, this is Madonna at her most brittle and bitter, but there is beauty at work too. Resignation can be redemptive, and the cleaving of heartache a necessary, if brutal, form of self-preservation.
I bet he couldn’t
I bet he couldn’t recognize
But I played right into it
Who am I to criticize
So now I’ve been through it
And you won’t even realize
You’ve fallen for your own disguise…
Drugs or drink, sex or danger, debauchery or depravity – we all have our demons. They prey upon us in the night, they use and expose our vulnerability, they turn us inside out. “I know what it’s like to be bad. I’ve been bad…” In the gray light of dawn, the morning that always comes, no matter how late, we pick ourselves up, and clean up the mess. There is no happy ending, no quick and easy resolution, and we will do it all over again until it is all we know.
It’s like over and over
You’re pushing me right down to the floor
I should just walk away
Over and Over
I keep on coming back for more
I play into your fantasy
Now that’s its over
You can lie to me right through your smile
I see behind your eyes
Now I’m sober
No more intoxicating my mind.
Even the devil wouldn’t recognize you
I do…
Like her best songs, this one can be read on multiple levels – but in the end I think it’s as much about pointing the finger at yourself as it is about blaming others, confronting the visage in the mirror, the person we don’t always want to recognize, the person we pretend isn’t really there.
You’ve almost fooled yourself this time
Let all of the saints be praised
You hide your sadness behind your smile
And you keep your lost heart raised
With steps that edge along the ledge
It’s much higher than it seems
But I’ve been on that ledge before
You can’t hide yourself from me…
On her ‘Sticky & Sweet Tour’, Madonna performed a haunting rendition of the song, cloaked in black for much of its duration, only rising and revealing herself toward the end. In a career made out of pretend, it is a magically stark moment.
Song #81 – ‘Devil Wouldn’t Recognize You’ – Winter 2009
December
2012
December
2012
Through the Portal
This is going to be a rather slow day here, so I’ll direct you to The Pictures portal for your perusing pleasure. That’s where the featured picture was culled from, and there’s a whole Winter gallery to whet the appetites of those fiending for snow. I’m not quite ready for the white stuff, but to each their own.
December
2012
Video Ode to Male Nudity
It’s difficult to determine what exactly is being sold until the end, butt does it really matter?
December
2012
I Sat On This Santa Before (But We Were Naked)
You’re never too old (or big) for Santa’s lap. In this never-before-seen shot of what was once a Holiday Card contender, this is me sitting on the lap of a very special Santa – my husband Andy. Yes, back in the day I somehow cajoled him into appearing in a possible Christmas Card decked out in full-on Santa Drag. I’m not sure why it was never used (he likely didn’t sign the release), or what monstrosity replaced it (there are a few sordid options here and there and everywhere), but it’s being posted now because I’m feeling the Christmas spirit. (I’m also just glad that the wretched door seen in the background has been replaced. Some things are worth celebrating over and over and over…)
December
2012
Tis the Season
Before the snow arrives, as we approach the shortest and darkest day of the year, we invite our friends old and new over to celebrate the season.
Christmas is forever, not for just one day,
for loving, sharing, giving, are not to put away
like bells and lights and tinsel, in some box upon a shelf.
The good you do for others is good you do yourself…
– Norman Wesley Brooks
December
2012
Ripped Male Model Busting Out of His Briefs
The title of this post says it all, and then some, but male model Ngo Okafor somehow says even more. I have never in my life been with a guy built like this, and if I had I probably wouldn’t have had the first clue what to do other than laugh nervously and get the hell out of there. Some things are too good to be true.
December
2012
Tom Daley Shirtless & Ready for a Kiss
We must interrupt this day of male models for the shot below of Tom Daley holding up a sprig of mistletoe and inviting the viewer to… okay, I can’t. Is this bitch even legal? (Yes, he is.) Anyway, he one of the favorites here, so in the spirit of Christmas, I present Mr. Daley in these three holiday poses.
December
2012
The Naked Male-Model-as-Rough-Trade Shots
Is that a gun near his pocket or is he just happy to see me? While tattoos are not usually my thing, I’ll suspend that foolish rule for the sake of this bad boy, male model Mateus Verdelho. Is he bad because of his tats, or are his tats bad because of him. (I sincerely hope you didn’t come here today for the written word.) All we have are salacious pubic shots, all day and half of the night.
December
2012
Lazy (But Shirtless) Male Model Friday
This post, and the near-naked ones that follow, is a complete lazy cop-out, designed for ease and speed when I’m too sick and tired to do much else. It is male model Tobias Sorensen, and he is only the first of a parade of male models for the day. Apologies for the lack of long-winded prose, but you’re probably already scrolling down to see how low the pubic hair shots go, so don’t let me interrupt you. Just don’t come back and revisit my words because that’s just plain rude. Enjoy the rest of the day… more to come.








































