Paula Deen's gonna kill me

I've been on house arrest for the most part this weekend. A terrible cold has forced me to stay between the sheets (3 sheets to be exact), and when I did feel a slight moment of healthiness or strength, I literally ran out of my apt to hit the sales at Neiman's, Bloomie's and Barney's forgetting to get food. Talk about priorities.

So here I am on the last day of my long weekend feeling slightly better, still starved, and still generally under the weather, watching The Food Network. Nothing like self torture.

Barefoot Contessa was ok with her wholesome pea soup and roasted red pepper with goat cheese sandwich. Who goes crazy over pea soup anyway? Mario Batali talks too much. Giada. Well I don't remember what she made cause I just couldn't stop staring at her pretty face and awesome kitchenware. Yes, I'm gay like that.

What really caught my eye was Paula Deen's Chicken Florentine. With its crisp crumb and cheese topping concealing a creamy chicken spinach casserole, I was drooling before she even got to her cheese dill corn muffins. Mind you, I don't usually watch Paula especially not when I know her dessert recipes were designed to kill. But this dish! It's like frozen food (think frozen Marie Callender's) made from scratch! Yum. Am I suffering from delusion, staring at an oasis that isn't what it seems? Regardless, I looked up the recipe to find my accusations validated. It's a killer. Whether or not the word "killer" here is used as a positive or negative, I can't quite tell.

1 cup mayo. 1 cup sour cream. TWO cups cheddar. 1/2 cup parmesan. 2 cups cream of mushroom soup.

Unless I'm 6'10 and a basketball player in training, there is NO way I can digest this stuff. Still I'm going to make it when the bf comes back

:)

All the wrong indulgences

You know those cheese sandwich bloggers? Well today, I'm going to be 1 of them more so than usual.

Right now, it's 12 midnight and I have a tarte d'Alsace with caramelized onions, ham and gruyere cheese baking in the oven. A bottle of smart water by my side and my laptop on my lap (where else could it be right?) I'm well-equipped to detox myself from all the alcohol in my system.

It all started with a presentation I had to do this afternoon for some partner agencies and a client. When asked for advice, a friend told me how he'd normally handle a task like this: simply down a shot of whiskey prior to the meeting. Of course, sensible me refused to do so, and headed into the conference room well-prepared. In the end, I think I did pretty well. Not to seem full of myself of course, but there was zero nervousness, which is a lot to say about me.

So right after work, I decided to celebrate with a coworker (and a Grey Goose gimlet as well as a Midori sour). Upon reaching home, I commended myself for handling everything so well and proceeded to bake some Macarune orders. And that, was when my Tiffany necklace (gift from the dear bf) and David Yurman chain necklace got tangled leaving me disarrayed. I finished up the Macarune order, and delivered it to my neighbor, the customer, upon which I was offered a glass of wine. Of course I couldn't resist a good Stag's Leap red (aren't I just all about product-placement today?), and so I sat.

Hours pass and there I was talking about politics and religion, red-in-the-face with wine. It took me quite a bit to get my ass off her comfy couch and hit the showers.

11:45PM. All I could think of as the water hits my face are Capital chicken wings. So here I am eating an otherwise decadent tarte wishing it were something else at 12:28AM. There's got to be something better than this.

I heart NY

Think smothering pollution, unpredictable weather, dirty subways and sky-high rent for shoe box apartments. People spit on the streets (not just in Chinatown) and shove you if you don't walk quickly enough. Behold, ladies and gents, the island of jaded folks who couldn't care less when a person screams for help in broad daylight:

Manhattan!

Despite it all, I think I've fallen deeply in love once again (my first love being the bf, of course). It happened last week when I made a trip the big Apple for work, and stayed the weekend with friends. At work I experienced deja vu during a college-like lecture, and at play I experienced my first Shabbat (thanks Arielle for hosting my stay). We made it to the Ganservoort for work, and Bobby Flay's Bar Americain (with dear Wendy) for play. All in all, it was a great reunion of sorts and here are some pictures to share.

Where I stayed - W Hotel Union Square

Pictures from work:

Pictures from play:

Wendy at Bar Americain. We had all-American fries with red pepper aioli


Wendy and Marcos


Wendy and me at Craftbar


Ryan the tough guy


Ryan the overexcited storyteller

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A day of comfort food cookin'

Weekends are quiet without the bf. And when it rains, there's more reason to stay home making it twice as miserable. That's why I turn to kitchen therapy.

The last time I spent all day cooking comfort food was when the bf was around :( Now that he isn't, I took the opportunity to prepare things he wouldn't normally eat.

Warm zesty Pannetone bread and butter pudding: crispy on the outside, and wobbly on the inside (as Jamie Oliver would say)


Butternut squash risotto with saffron: cooked slowly with broth from Boulette's Larder


The roasted butternut squash is delightfully sweet from the caramelization! Mmmm...


Breakfast fruit loaf with oatmeal: this is a test run for the bf's dad who adores fruit cake. As an alternative I baked this because it's not as sweet and has no alcohol. That, and it's absolutely delish! My neighbor even proclaimed it "Ritz Carlton standards" because of the moistness


Studded with golden raisins and dried bing cherries, topped with nutty streusel

I can't wait to cook with you again hon. 20 days and counting...

Guilty

Today I was reminded why I'm a terrible person.

Despite how someone was experiencing a heartbreaking life or death situation, I still managed to pull the usual whine, stressing "What about me?"* My theory is, if I simply can't be understanding now, I never will. And if I can treat the same person the way I do in a situation like this, I can easily do it again.

I just don't think I can forgive myself enough to go on playing the same role.





*Yes, I'm a bitch.

Tragedies begone

I found my current passport but not my old ones. And yes, they will matter. I'm sure they'll turn up soon enough. I shouldn't be dwelling because this kind of attitude just won't cut it for the new year.

Continued from yesterday:

1. Swear off instant noodles
   
2. Work with expert friend to set up the Macarune website
   
3. Fix nose allergy symptoms
4. Hit the gym at least twice a week
5. Everything (always) in moderation
6. Travel more outside of the country (both US and home)
   
7. Stop dwelling on the smallest of things
   
8. Learn to let go
9. Avoid toxic friends at all cost
10. Just be happy

I think number 10 sums it all up for the year. Number 7 and 8 should help.

2008 has already started with a few holes (albeit teeny) in my favorite Lacoste tee, the disappearing act of my old passports, and some other unfavorable events. But work starts again tomorrow, and I feel like it's my first day at school all over again.

With a brand new calendar adorned with light pink font over black and white photography, I shall start the year fresh.

Happy New Year everyone!

Notice how we're all looking into different directions? I'm excited to see what this year has in store

Why hello 2008

The new year is just minutes away.

Here I am, snuggled on my couch in a party frock waiting for my girlfriends to arrive. The apartment's been scrubbed clean, there are cookies baking in the oven (lemon ginger linzers and double choc chip), and a bottle of Veuve chilling in the fridge. After our lil' soiree, we'll head to an actual house party to do the countdown - cause that sure ain't happening at my place.

Like most other bloggers, I'm going to share with you my resolutions. I figured I can't quite cheat when the world's my witness:

1. Swear off instant noodles
   
2. Work with expert friend to set up the Macarune website
   
3. Fix nose allergy symptoms
4. Hit the gym at least twice a week
5. Everything (always) in moderation
6. Travel more outside of the country

P/s: I can't find my passport. Will have to continue this list later