Sunday, December 25, 2011
Wednesday, December 14, 2011
Friday, December 2, 2011
Friday, November 25, 2011
There was a pan underneath that we used to collect the drippings (that Tony turned into a delicious gravy). Using my new Thermapen, I was able to quickly determine the inside temperature of the bird. Once we got the grill temperature right, it cooked pretty quickly, approximately two and half hours for a sixteen pound turkey. Zach and Alex (my nephews) did a great job of monitoring the temperature, checking it every ten minutes. I was afraid it would be dry but the white meat was perfectly juicy. My older brother let me carve the turkey (usually his job) and I think I did a pretty good job.
Saturday, November 19, 2011
They start you off with a few small bites: tuna, sea urchin and salmon.
You can choose from a large variety for each course (which makes going back appealing). I started with hamachi wrapped around lettuce, thai basil and carrots.
Lobster poached in citrus sauce.
Dover Sole in brown butter sauce.
This was a "pre-dessert": an egg filled with chocolate mousse and maple syrup.
I chose "religieuse" for dessert, which was fluffy balls filled with elderflower cream.
Wednesday, November 16, 2011
Tuesday, November 8, 2011
Uni cocktail with a soy sauce reduction.
Uni with yuba (tofu skin)
Uni with squid and quail egg.
They also have normal sushi, this is miso marinated tuna with shiso.
Monday, November 7, 2011
Have you ever thought about what you would look like if you were the opposite sex? I have. I’d be pretty small, but not thin, I’d have a nice butt and medium sized boobs that would flair off to the sides. My legs would be nice and I’d have pretty curly hair, I’d be cute but no great beauty.
Tuesday, October 25, 2011
Friday, October 21, 2011
Wednesday, October 19, 2011
Thursday, October 13, 2011
Tuesday was my last day of the second nine week cycle of chemotherapy. Phil and Kelly joined me. It is such a relief to have the pump removed and not have to carry it around day and night. It was great to say good bye to all the hard-working nurses that have been helping me for the past few months.
Sunday, October 2, 2011
Thursday, September 29, 2011
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
Friday, September 16, 2011
Monday, September 12, 2011
Phil is a great friend. We met in ninth grade. When I moved to New York in 1989 I moved in with him. We shared a studio apartment. It was a classic tenement: seven flight walk-up, the bathub was in the kitchen, the toilet was in the hallway in a closet. Phil slept on a foldout futon and I slept two feet away on a fold up chair we called the Blue Guy. We continued to live together with various roommates in a number of different apartments in Brooklyn and Manhattan throughout the nineties. When I bought my own place, I moved two blocks from Phil. We’ve worked together on commercials and his film Junebug.
When I found out I had cancer Phil was there to support me. He’s been closely involved in every decision I’ve made about my treatment. Since he’s so smart, he’s able to explain medical things that the doctors are unclear about. Phil’s goofy. He flirts with the nurses and makes the time at chemotherapy fly by. He’s been to all my big sessions, which are the hardest, sitting for hours on end. Even though he’s the busiest guy I know, he’s found a way to make his schedule work so he can sit in a room with me while chemicals get pumped into my veins. Or arrange arrange for David Kilgour to play at my recent birthday party. Or sit with me in the hospital while recovering from surgery watching American Idol. I picture Hollywood bigshots furious that they can’t get in touch with him because he’s sitting in a hospital room with me cracking jokes, even though it hurts my stitches.
He’s the best friend a guy could ask for. I love him.