| Challenging Rachael Ray: No contest
IN HER latest cookbook, the perky one, Rachael (Deeee-LISH-us!!!) Ray writes that even she sometimes lacks the energy, patience or perkiness to prepare one of her trademark 30-minute meals. Hence the 66 recipes in her new book, "Just in Time!" (Clarkson Potter Publishers, $19.95), from sandwiches to soups to salads, fish to chicken to lamb, that she insists can be whipped up in half that time. Drumroll please: The 15-minute meal. This is a big deal because ...? Maybe I should write my own cookbook. For me, where meal preparation is concerned, 15 minutes is really pushing it. For instance, I have been known to knock out a chili dog in less than five. Last week's pizza, microwaved, in about a minute. A bellyful of eggnog, sucked right from the carton, 30 seconds, give or take.
New Jersey Ballet and Gershwin: Almost perfect together
The late choreographer George Balanchine had a recipe for turning classical ballet into popular entertainment. In "Who Cares?," the breezy idyll that concluded New Jersey Ballet's winning "Gershwin at the Ballet" program Saturday at the Community Theatre in Morristown, Balanchine took those elements of ballet that were already popular -- the virtuosity of leaps and pirouettes, the stylish silhouette of women on pointes and the heartthrob of romance -- and paired them with Broadway show tunes. Danced with aplomb, especially by sparkling soloists Mari Sugawa and rock-solid Sergio Amarante, "Who Cares?" dazzles with its mix of amorous longing and insouciance. Balanchine created this ballet more than 40 years after George Gershwin wrote the music, attesting to the enduring "hummability" of songs like "Fascinating Rhythm" and "I'll Build a Stairway to Paradise." Heard only once, these melodies make themselves at home in the area of the human brain devoted to swing.
Under the Hood With Knight Rider 2.0: Trans Am vs. Ford Mustang ...
Like I said in my other post, everyone is entitled to their opinion, I just say some people need to get informed before posting inaccurate info. 2569. RE: Under the Hood With Knight Rider 2.0: Trans Am vs. Ford Mustang (Featuring Exclusive New KITT Specs—and Classic Hasselhoff!) I must say that I do believe that everyone is entitled to their opinion, but I still see many people have no idea of what a muscle car was or is. I made a comment that some people need some additional reading, so as not to make inaccurate statements, such as the 32 Ford is a muscle car. #2534, you messed up your arguement, because unless you are a very, very old man and was actually around in 1932, you read your info from book. I am sorry that you got your info from a misinformed Ford fan trying to give credit to Ford for the first muscle car, too bad.
Wild Card -- Weekend
Also, I saw "Narnia" at the Regal Cinemas tonight for the first time. In a word ... Wow! Not for everyone. It's a kid story, after all. And mebbe that's why Wilson's Lewis is so appealing. The guy had so many warts (as I do) and yet he produced the wonderful Narnia series, as well as "Screwtape Letters," "The Great Divorce," "Mere Christianity," etc. Mebbe there's hope for me, yet. Soldier on. DFO .
Dim Sum Glory Is Near
I have a particular yen for alleyway dining. When I lived in Boston, one of my favorite restaurants was a popular Mexican establishment, down a darkened corridor between Newbury Street and Commonwealth Avenue, and, assuming you could find it, you'd be certain to enjoy some of the finest mole to be found this side of Oaxaca.
How did I discover this refried bean Brigadoon? I got lost. And getting lost, I've learned over the years, is often the key to spectacularly good dining experiences.
Such is the case with Chow, down an alleyway, around the corner from its sister restaurant, Zinc, the critically acclaimed culinary brainchild of chef wunderkind and Glastonbury native, Denise Appel. With a lineage like that and a location that just screams cool/hip/mysterious, how could it go wrong?
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Chuck Wicks 'Starting Now' with debut album
As a boy, Chuck Wicks rode around the family's Delaware potato farm with his dad, listening to country music. "It was our deal, man," Wicks said of those early days, the radio in Dad's pickup pumping songs from Alan Jackson and Joe Diffie. "All I knew of country music was what was coming out of my radio. I knew I loved it. I knew nothing about Nashville, Tennessee." .
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