Fall is here

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Every year I savor the Indian Summer and I hang on to it long into October, until the first rains fall.

The cold then lets in that oh, so sweet melancholy and suddenly French & Italian songs overwhelm my inner radio.

Hence, my shower playlist changes, but I know it’s just a phase.

Can’t wait for the first snow, for that nice chilly white feeling, for the early evening lights, when you don’t really know what time it is unless you check your watch to see it’s ONLY 5 o’clock!

Until then, since this is the month of my birthday, let’s savor the last clear blue skies and the change of colors.

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Les Yeux des Pauvres…

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May 2010, I was in Cannes with the ScriptEast Workshops and took some time to try my hand at photography…

The glamor of the Film Festival brings a harsh contrast to this poor old lady from Bosnia. With aching feet and worn out clothes, she leaned on a cane and held out a paper cup, silently asking for alms.

Not many people took notice of her. Nicely dressed, they were all in a hurry to catch the evening’s attractions. She reminded me of Baudelaire’s prose poem “The Eyes of the Poor”, hence the title.

I was exhilarated and grateful because earlier the same evening I saw Jodie Foster and Mel Gibson walk the red carpet. So I put in her cup all the money I had on me that instant. Roughly the amount to buy 2 warm sandwiches in Cannes, or to eat for a whole week in my part of the world.

Yet, I wondered, if I had more… would I even have stopped?

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Thought of the day – diary

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Nov. 6.2011

If you don’t do something with your full heart, then it’s no point in doing it at all… there’s always someone else who, to your greatest surprise, will take pleasure in doing that which you hate. Never despise that someone, or you will be a lesser person.

Oct.31.2011

Saints do not move, though grant for prayer’s sake…

Oct.14.2011

Happy birthday to my best!

Oct. 13.2011

“Nelson loved a little lamb, little lamb, little lamb.

Nelson loved a little lamb,

it kept me nice and sane.”

Oct. 11.2011

You take one circle. You caress it.

It becomes vicious.

Riders on the Storm

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The sexiest voice ever!

Riders on the storm
Riders on the storm
Into this house we’re born
Into this world we’re thrown
Like a dog without a bone
An actor out alone
Riders on the storm

There’s a killer on the road
His brain is squirmin’ like a toad
Take a long holiday
Let your children play
If ya give this man a ride
Sweet memory will die
Killer on the road, yeah

Girl ya gotta love your man
Girl ya gotta love your man
Take him by the hand
Make him understand
The world on you depends
Our life will never end
Gotta love your man, yeah

Yeah!

Riders on the storm
Riders on the storm
Into this house we’re born
Into this world we’re thrown
Like a dog without a bone
An actor out alone
Riders on the storm

Riders on the storm
Riders on the storm
Riders on the storm

Quick and easy Baba Ganoush

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I also call it “Baba Ganoush a la Campagne”

Time: under 45 min.

Level:beginner

Price: very “cost effective”

Type: vegan

A great vegan recipe, Baba Ganoush is often overlooked because of the double process. First you need to fry the eggplants, then peel them and prepare the recipe then there’s the smell and the smoke.

Well, I found a shortcut, and the result is as yummy as you’ve tasted it. It also avoids the smoke and doesn’t bother anyone with the nasty smell. The only smell in my recipe serves as appetizer. Here it is:

Ingredients:

– 2-3 medium sized eggplants

– 2-3 onions

– salt

– olive oil (or other oil of your choice)

Optional: (add 5 min. to preparation time)

– the squeezed juice of 1/2 a lemon

– a clover of parsley

– 2-3 egg yolks from boiled eggs – but then it isn’t vegan anymore

You will also need:

– a peeling knife or a plain kitchen all-purpose knife

– a chopping tray

– a non-stick frying pan and wooden spatula/spoon

– a strainer and a bowl

– a mixer

– bread and a plate for serving

Preparation:

1. Wash the eggplants and peel them of the dark skin. Move fast, but don’t chop your fingers. The white flesh will get a darker color if you take too long, but keep the lemon juice at hand, it helps against this natural process of oxidation.

2. Chop the peeled eggplants into sugar cube-sized pieces or smaller. If you didn’t add the lemon juice in step 1, now is the time to do it.

3. Put a spoon of olive oil in the frying pan on the cooking  stove and add the chopped eggplants. Don’t put them all in one session. Only cover the bottom of the pan and leave the rest for a second session.

4. Add more oil if they ask for it and keep stirring with the wooden spatula so as none of the pieces gets over fried. This should last several minutes, until the eggplants lose some steam, they shrink a little and become tender and slightly dark-green.

5. Put the fried eggplant pieces in the strainer and above a bowl and leave it there because you’ve got another round of chopped eggplant to fry.

6. Repeat steps 3 to 5.

7. Once you’ve fried all your eggplants, peel the onions and cut them in 6 or 8. Don’t bother to chop them by hand. Here’s what the mixer is for.

ADVICE: To avoid the dreaded “onion tears” you can either take a mouthfull of cold water and keep it in your mouth throughout the peeling/cutting process or chew gum and breathe through your mouth.

8. Divide the onions and fried chopped eggplants into equal portions to fit into your mixer, because you want the onions spread throughout the entire salad.

9. Put the onions close to the blade, then the chopped eggplants, add salt to taste. Also, if you want to add the egg yolks, cut them in 4 and put them closer to the blade as well. Mix well.

10. Repeat the mixing process if your mixer doesn’t accommodate the entire quantity in one session.

11. It should be mildly warm, but it’s ready for serving. Arrange the salad onto a plate, ornate with a clover of parsley and serve with crusty bread.

Enjoy!

Once upon a time in Transylvania

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A chilling documentary about our not-so-distant History.

La vie en Rose

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Because sometimes it’s just so overwhelming

Des yeux qui font baiser les miens,
Un rire qui se perd sur sa bouche,
Voila le portrait sans retouche
De l’homme auquel j’appartiens

Quand il me prend dans ses bras
Il me parle tout bas,
Je vois la vie en rose.

Il me dit des mots d’amour,
Des mots de tous les jours,
Et ca me fait quelque chose.

Il est entre dans mon coeur
Une part de bonheur
Dont je connais la cause.

C’est lui pour moi. Moi pour lui
Dans la vie,
Il me l’a dit, l’a jure pour la vie.

Et des que je l’apercois
Alors je sens en moi
Mon coeur qui bat

Des nuits d’amour a ne plus en finir
Un grand bonheur qui prend sa place
Des enuis des chagrins, des phases
Heureux, heureux a en mourir.

Quand il me prend dans ses bras
Il me parle tout bas,
Je vois la vie en rose.

Il me dit des mots d’amour,
Des mots de tous les jours,
Et ca me fait quelque chose.

Il est entre dans mon coeur
Une part de bonheur
Dont je connais la cause.

C’est toi pour moi. Moi pour toi
Dans la vie,
Il me l’a dit, l’a jure pour la vie.

Et des que je l’apercois
Alors je sens en moi
Mon coeur qui bat

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