Thursday, September 30, 2010


I played around with lighting, havent used gels in a while.

Monday, September 27, 2010


heres Columbia Colleges video of my intern BEN RODIG. hes great!


Columbia College came to the studio one day, and this is what happened:


Sunday, September 26, 2010


Fall has come, the farmers market is chalk full of squash of all colors, shapes and sizes as well as apples and some crazy mushrooms called "hen of the woods" (apparently this mushroom is a great chicken replacement).

Here is a soup celebrating fall produce.


6 little red onions, little meaning 2" diameter (or whatever you have)
2 acorn squash
1 red bell pepper
2 cups chicken broth
1/2 can coconut milk
alcohol - I just threw in stuff I had - a little dry rum, a little more champaign, and vermouth
curry powder

preheat the oven to 400 degrees
cut the acorn squash in half, scoop the guts n seeds out into a bowl (we're gonna toast the seeds later)
lightly coat the squash halves with grape seed oil, and put in a baking dish face down, stick em in the oven for 45ish minutes
roast the red pepper over the flame on yer stove till burnt black all over, then stick in a plastic bag.
slice the onions in 1/8" thick rings (i used my mandolin)
heat a large pot
when the pot is hot, add the onions and cook till carmelised a bit
add the alcohol, and broth
skin and seed the roasted pepper, slice thinly and add to the mix
when the squash is cooked (should soft and soopable like ice cream) scoop out and add to the mix
add curry, salt, pepper
add the coconut milk
simmer for 30ish minutes

sooooo rich and soo delish. If you wanna purree this, go for it!!

if you like, toast the squash seeds in the oven with a tad of oil and salt to garnish the soup, or to just eat as a snacky


The need to speak, talk about oneself, interrupt, and not listen comes from the fear of innadequacy, the need to prove that we are good,cool,amazing, likable, lovable. Combined with others that are doing the same, the accomplishment to prove that we are good is lost, since the other party is not listening either.

Friday, September 24, 2010


EH? What does that mean? Food is sexy when it makes you feel exhilarated when you are cooking it, and cant flippin wait to eat it. The smell of it, the look of it, the taste of it gives you goose bumps.

poratbella mushrooms
olive oil
goat ggouda
black ppepper sea salt

hot pan - olive oil - sliced mushrooms - add champaign - salt - pepper - after shrooms are wilty and sluggy - add eggs (don't scramble too much but break yolks) - add cheese - flip and fry/melt cheese till a tiny crisp forms

ooh man!!!

Thursday, September 23, 2010

Wednesday, September 22, 2010

Monday, September 20, 2010


I keep gettinging inquiries about Ninjas recovery, so I figured Id just post it here so all could know what was up. If you don't know what happened, in short, I went out of town, ninja got antsy and slipped out of her collar, ran into the street and got hit by a car. She is in week 2 of her recovery, the stitches in her booty are healed (I call her frankenbooty) and she is totally pissed that I am not taking her out for walks. She is peppy and happy otherwise, and very excited to get back to normal livin, and frankly, I am very excited too. Thank you and kisses from ninja and I xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo


Erikas Saturday night

The Black Beetle on Chicago Ave. sits awaiting my arrival, I enter the scene and my neighbors are there celebrating their move to an other city, an other life experience. They are already beginning their nightly lubrication of rum, beer, what have you. I am really great at being around drunk people, its a talent I have, I can act goofier than them, which then distract them from the fact that Im not drinking.

In walks the main antagonist of the night, Chip. Chip is a large and tall aggressive overweight burly self loathing alcoholic with grey bags under his eyes and a look of internal despair masked with aggressive rage who isn't afraid of making a fool of himself. I can roll with the punches with ye ole Chip, he talks about having a vagina, and I validate how wonderful his vagina must be, he talks pornographically and I call back with grosser phrases, unexpected from a lady like me. In the meantime, he oils his wheels more with his rum and diet coke as he said
'the diet coke for the fattass on a diet, and the rum for the alcoholic" I say, "yes sir indeed!! Drink up mother fucker!!".

the drama begins - Mr Chip goes to the bathroom and returns quickly with a panicked look in his eye. He retells what just happened in the bathroom which basically is : a really gross nerdy, greasy, overweight, loner guy who lookes lke a mole is visibly masturbating in the bathroom. Chip is clearly freaked and orders a shot to calm his nerves. After the shot seeps into his bloodstream, he begins to tell me that he wants to fuck me and make out with me. I tell him no thanks, this doesn't work as this begins to be his mantra for the night. He has spotted his prey and he wont veer from it. At one point he straddles me and sits his overweight alcoholic wreaking body on mine and starts dry humping me. In hindsight, I wish that I would have instantly grabbed his doughnut blobs of fat and squeezed as hard as I could and then head butt him, but no I remain calm and polite. Ah regret is such a bitch sometimes.

People get more drunk and I begin fucking with them, speaking in gibberish, taking photos of them, directing them, basically running the show, although Chip the antagonist is on his own schedule, but i ignore him and he gets distracted by other things, mainly going outside and getting high, on what, i can only imagine.
Good times are had with the neighbors and have a fun time dancing with the other descent drunken folk, as I said, i can roll with the punches, all in all good people.

Its time to go! They stammer and smoke weed and cigarettes, and stumble on to the next destination, and I walk home.

This story basically illustrates why I don't go to bars very often.

Monday, September 13, 2010

Wednesday, September 8, 2010

Sunday, September 5, 2010


As you might know, I was born in Quebec City Canada, a 400 year old city chalk full of old traditional food, clothes, architecture, and language. Whenever talking to my relatives, especially my mom, strange and funny phrases pop up that stop me in my tracks and make me laugh my ass off.

I did a little research and found a sampling for your enjoyment

Petter plus haut que le trou - farting higher than your asshole - getting too big for your britches

Faire caller son pipi - making his urine curdle - masturbating

Je vas ten crisser use claque - I'm gonna Jesus you a smack - I'm gonna smack you

Calme toi le pom pon - calm your hat pom pon - calm down

Attend tu le messie - are you waiting for the messiah? what are you waiting for?

Acouche! - Give birth! - get on with it!

Jai laire de la chein a Jacque - I look like jacks bitch - I look like shit

Il na pas inventee les boutons a quatre trou - he didn't invent the four holed button- he ain't that smart.

Faire pleura Jeanette - making Jeanette cry - a man going to take a piss

Face de cochon ( my grandma coined this one) - pig face

Laid come un pette- as ugly as a fart

Avoire les jambes a la pisse - having piss legs - bow legged.

Commenced a s' accouter pisser - beginning to listen to yourself piss - a teenager beginning to be aware of his verility

Friday, September 3, 2010


I usually don't talk about my ex husband on my blog but somehow this struck me. I love cooking and have been my hole life, and I taught my ex husband the how's and what's and who's of cooking.

There was a trick that my mom taught me about cucumbers that if you have a bitter one, you cut the tip off and rub it in circles on the end and a milk white substance comes out which eliminates the bitterness. He mocked me and made me believe that it was a fallacy, and I actually believed him and stopped doing it. I just read a farmers post on Twitter mentioning this trick and that it works.

I guess the point of this story, don't let the unknowing and blind lead you down their false and unknowing beliefs.