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I Think I Could Have Been a Chick-Flick Sidekick

28 Jun

I had never met her in person, but I felt like I had known her. So when she passed away I took a holy-crap-I-can’t-believe-that-happened moment.

Cancer is a bastard. Pinche Leukemia.

It takes the lives of some very beloved family members and friends that are close to you. And it takes away lives that have made some sort of impact on your life.

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Yesterday I heard that writer and director Nora Ephron passed away at the age of 71, losing her battle to cancer.

She liked Meg Ryan. She made me like her too. When Harry Met Sally. Sleepless in Seattle. You’ve Got Mail. These were awesome chick flicks and I loved the comedy and characters in each one.  I liked their flaws. I have flaws. I thought I could be a character in the movie. The best-friend-supporting-comic-relief kind of character. Yeah … she’d like someone like me.

But one of the most inspiring movies for struggling writers that Ephron wrote and directed had to be Julie & Julia. C’mon now. Blogger turned best-selling author, whose life was then put on the big screen. Amy Adams and Meryl Streep.

Meryl Streep. Dude. I bet she met Meryl Streep. And the food in this movie … Ohhh forget about it!

That film was every struggling writer’s dream. You start a blog and someone awesome discovers it. Then you’re published. Then you meet people like Nora Ephron, Amy Adams and Meryl Streep.

But Nora was more than just the movies. When looking at the different television pieces that shared her story, I saw an excerpt from one of her books: I Remember Nothing. It was her two lists. The lists of things she would and would not miss when she passed away. As I saw the lists posted with pictures of her in the background, I thought to myself: How awesome was this chick?

I would have liked to have met her in person. She was funny, true, strong, and smart. I enjoyed these lists. It let me peek into her little world. It occurred to me that I don’t have two lists. I may need to think on that.

Nora Ephron’s Two Lists

What I Won’t Miss:

Dry skin
Bad dinners like the one we went to last night
E-mail
Technology in general
My closet
Washing my hair
Bras
Funerals
Illness everywhere
Polls that show that 32 percent of the American people believe in creationism
Polls
Fox TV
The collapse of the dollar
Bar Mitzvahs
Mammograms
Dead flowers
The sound of the vacuum cleaner
Bills
E-mail. I know I already said it, but I want to emphasize it.
Small print
Panels on Women in Film
Taking off makeup every night

What I Will Miss:

My kids
Nick
Spring
Fall
Waffles
The concept of waffles
Bacon
A walk in the park
The idea of a walk in the park
The park
Shakespeare in the Park
The bed
Reading in bed
Fireworks
Laughs
The view out the window
Twinkle lights
Butter
Dinner at home just the two of us
Dinner with friends
Dinner with friends in cities where none of us lives
Paris
Next year in Istanbul
Pride and Prejudice
The Christmas tree
Thanksgiving dinner
One for the table
The dogwood
Taking a bath
Coming over the bridge to Manhattan
Pie

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The Tomato Dish I Can’t Pronounce

9 Mar

I keep telling people that I used to be a fat Italian lady in my previous life. I probably knew how to make sauce and lived in Sicily. Even though I don’t remember much, the one thing that transcended time and space was my love for Italian food, total pasta lover.

Although I’m not a chef, I pride myself in making a good pasta dish. But when I see something that instantly makes my mouth water, it’s on. I have to buy it, make it, or special order it. Today that happened to be a bruschetta recipe from a movie I saw on cable: Julie & Julia.

Julie & Julia

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I had seen it on Netflix a long time ago and thought I love that tomato thing I have to make it. The dude in the movie was totally devouring it, but then I saw the chocolate cake and you know when it comes to me … chocolate rules. But then I saw the movie again and I had a craving for this tomato dish. I realized you don’t call it a tomato dish, it’s called bruschetta.

And even though I love Italian food, I probably still don’t know how to properly pronounce bruschetta. I hear that chick from the Food Network Giada Delaurentis and she seems to pronounce everything Italian in an Italian accent. I mean really, she can’t just say spaghetti. Spaghetti. I know she can say it the same way she says tuna sandwich, but she chooses to practice her Italian accent randomly on purpose. It drives me crazy, so I don’t watch her too much. Although I probably could have used her culinary skills today, but the meal was still tasty. It’ll be better next time.

The recipe requires yellow and red tomatoes, olive oil, garlic, basil, salt and pepper. Cut and Mix. I was thinking this is a snap, dude. I don’t know why I thought it would be hard. But then came the mother multi-tasking incidents and the bread didn’t quite come out golden brown, as it was hanging out in the pan with olive oil and butter. It was mostly dark brown, but crunchy as ever, but at least the baby wasn’t crying anymore. Besides, some people like crunch.

 

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Image courtesy of thummprints.net .

As I finished dark-browning my uneven and different-sized french bread pieces that were supposed to be slices, I brought them over to the bruschetta. I piled on the mixture and added some grated Parmigiano-Reggiano, or you could use Kraft, and place it at the center of the table

Wowwwwwwww! What’s that mom?

Bruschetta.

No, mom. It’s tomatoes. I don’t like tomatoes. Can I have some mac and cheese?

Bruschetta is for mom, spaghetti is for you.

It may not have looked like Julie & Julia’s recipe, but it sure did taste like it.  I basically looked like the dude in the film … thoroughly enjoying every tomato, every leafy basil, every grain of salt and pepper, every drip of olive oil.

Next time a little more golden and less dark, dark brown.