words and pictures and pictures and words. Producer. Publicist. Party Gal. I write about movies here: ThePlaylist.blogspot.com I write about St. Croix here: Gotostcroix.com
Because you know I love to photograph everything I make/eat.
PINK SALAD! Roasted beets, ruby red grapefruit, dressing of scallions, white wine vinegar, olive oil and honey, on spinach.
This is a Danny/Katie collabo recipe.
Yes, it’s on a pie plate for easy transport to a potluck.
It’s the day after Thanksgiving and I am in the office alone, at the behest of my boss, who for some random reason asked me to be here, while she is in the states this weekend. The only people who have called have been my friend and mom. I am currently making an instructional document for old, drunk people to use when operating a Wordpress blog. FML!
You guys, tryptophan is REAL.
And then I fell asleep on Arthur and Gregory’s couch for 45 minutes.
Then I woke up and ate pie.
BRUSSELS!!!!!
Fried Brussels Sprouts with Walnut and Capers
Skillet Apple Pie
Last night, I returned home from New Moon (don’t judge, I just LOVE to unpack the effed up psychology of the Twilight phenomenon; ask me about male sex objects and I’ll give you 30 minutes of analysis, I can’t even get into the camera gaze/KINO EYE because that’s a mindfuck), curled up in bed with my kitty Oscar (aka Ozziepants) and happily Post-It’d my way through the holiday issue of Food Network magazine. Good fucking god.
Is the response I got after sending this email to my friends I have talked into seeing “New Moon”:
“I can handle Ninja Assassin but Avatar(d) might be a stretch…. can i bring you a delicious baked good or something on Monday to ease the pain of all the sexy vampires???”
I guess “sexy vampires” is too much hotness for their work servers to handle.
Good grief, it’s like a slideshow of every male obsession of mine.
