Sunday, May 18, 2008

Cannes - Baby

Every year I have the blessing (or curse) of spending 2 weeks in the south of France for the Cannes film festival. I am usually immune to celebrity and spectacle that befalls this little crappy town. But this year something so spectacular hit the Croisette, even the most jaded sensibilities would have to stand in awe. Behold....

Dancing Pandas!

This wonderful event took place on the opening day of the festival at 7:30 in the morning and looked more like a calistetic routine rather than a dance... screw Bradgelina... this surreal event really was the event of the season.

Monday, May 5, 2008

Sunday Dinner - Part Duex

So contrary to my belief it was not a passing fad... Sunday Dinner is hear to stay.

In Brooklyn we had a favorite Thai takeout food place called SONG. All the dishes were under or near $7 and the delivery was super easy, cheap and familiar. Our one attempt at Thai takeout in Los Feliz leaved much to be desired. The order took almost an hour to fill and the food was greasy, gross and cold. Since this first and only attempt at affordable Pad Thai and Masaman Curry was a failure, my weekly dose of Thai food has been on hiatus with no hopes of contract negotiations.

So my dear husband, sensing my need for Thai inspired cuisine decided to make Chicken Satay Noodle Soup from the Rachel Ray's Everyday magazine. Say what you want about Rachel Ray, she does now how to make semi-authentic and tasty food with well known and easy to find ingredients.

The dish was really tasty! We substituted the spaghetti (hence the term semi-authentic) with a side of rice and cut the peanut butter by half. We also added a little lemon grass to cut the overwhelming peanut butter flavor (i have no idea what she was thinking). The result was a mild curry soup that tasted like a nostalgic version of our much beloved SONG's notorious Massaman Curry.

Take out in LA sucks, but Sunday dinners rock!

Charmin... shitty situation

Has anyone been paying attention to the recent Charmin ads? They are disturbing....




What has been happening at these people's home? Has someone been dragging their poo around the carpeted floor in some sort of nasty (and smelly) version of Nascar. I see where the appeal could come in, "Car number 2, skids around the corner" and "Car number 1 just doesn't have what it takes to cross the finish line". But please, is this really a prominent problem in American homes? And if it is... shouldn't matchbox be solving this problem with a wheeled fecal series (and they say all the good ideas are gone).

And why may I ask is the 3lbs so prominent on the dramatized poo bricks? Was this an arbitrary weight, like they took a poll around the set and came up with 3 lbs as the average drop off weight, or did some poor schmuck from P&G's research department undergo extensive research on the weight of the average person's dookey?

There is a take away from this... bears do shit in the woods and my job ain't so bad.