I’m not exaggerating when I say I gained a person during my first pregnancy. Not an eight-pound person, a fifty-pound person. And fifty looks more like a hundred on my tiny frame. I’ll try to track down a picture to prove it.
At the time, I was often seen in the nicest restaurants sporting a leopard print Fiorucci number, a one-piece that was meant to have a big belt cinching it to show off your hot early-eighties bod. But I was dressing “for two” and looked more like a giant spotted pumpkin than the sexy dame I thought I was. Strangers laughed at me when they took in the sight. A real ego booster.
Cedars, where I gave birth, became a huge party where all my friends visited at all hours. I was one of the first of us to have a kid. Okay, Kimme, Sherry and Barbara started a bit before me, but it really seemed like I was hosting a big premiere. Think “The Wizard of Oz” and the moment she wakes from the dream, looks around the room and says to each person “…and you were there, and you were there…. “ Well, all of YOU reading this were probably there — only it wasn’t a dream.
Periodically, everyone would leave my room en masse to visit the nursery to look at my new, perfect, ten-days-late, stunning child with the Mick Jagger lips. And no, I didn’t fuck Mick — though I met him a few months after Oliver was born and told him it WAS his baby. Should I totally digress to that story? Sure, why not. (more…)
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To Die for Mandel Bread
Wednesday, August 4th, 2010Valentines Day and Gourmet Grandma’s Salmon
Sunday, February 14th, 2010
I fantasized that I could cook meals long before I made it a reality. Refer to my “About” page. I never observed my own mothers amazing cooking and had little interest. She was a true caretaker or maybe I was a hysteric with little interest. I ate her delicious meals and it didn’t matter to me how it ended up on my plate.
I was, however, a hopeless romantic. And as each Valentines Day approached even as a teenager I PLANNED to make a heart shaped cake or something special for a boy I loved. I’m sorry for them that it never happened and if any of them find their way to this blog, I invite those boys/now men to take me up on the offer. You know who you are and I will make you a damned good cake-come and get it!
The first meal I made of any substance was at the age of 32. It is Gourmet Grandma’s secret and easy way to cook salmon. For me, part of the beauty is the little preparation involved- and I almost feel like that little girl waiting for my mothers meal to magically arrive; that’s how easy it is.
Stop fantasizing and start doing, it doesn’t matter at what age you start. I’m being forced into that as my new motto.
Gourmet Grandma’s salmon recipe
I use two, but fine, take one, I don’t care…sheet of aluminum foil
place the salmon fillet on the sheet of foil
I drizzle good olive oil, just a touch and only a touch of salt and pepper
Gourmet Grandma used to add julienned carrots, carrots sliced thinly
very thin sliced onion
thin slices of lemon and some dill
you can add any vegetables, I only cook the salmon, no vegetables, onions, dill or lemon
fold the foil into a pouch, nothing genius about this….play with it and figure it out, if I can do it, you can
cook the salmon in the pouch of foil in a 400 oven for 15 minutes
if it’s very thick, you might have to go a few more minutes
Amuse Bouche
Monday, January 18th, 2010Tonight I really amused my bouche. And, I hope I amused my husbands and even Domy’s bouche. And yes I do love that it all sounds very naughty. I’m glad to say it’s really G-rated, is French and literally means it entertains the mouth. It is a small appetizer served at some great restaurants. When I am served an Amuse Bouche in a restaurant, I often get very greedy and ask for more. Maybe it’s greedy AND rude, I’m never sure. And yet, I still do it. Just did it the other night at Fraiche in Santa Monica when they gave me one small bite of the best caesar salad I’ve ever had. Ten of those amuse bouches could have made a nice little meal for me.
The appetizer I made for tonight was crostini served with an olive tapenade and burrata cheese. How simple it is to make and how impressive it is to serve.

I totally copied from one of these restaurants, both served a version of this dish. It was either Delfina Restaurant on 18’th street in the Mission district of San Francisco or Rustic Canyon Restaurant on Wilshire in Santa Monica, California.
Burrata cheese and olive Tapenade Crostini recipe
Cut slices of your favorite french bread
drizzle with olive oil and fresh garlic
toast lightly in oven, I do 400 degrees and turn it over after a few minutes, two minutes on each side is good
sorry but I buy my olive tapenade from a local gourmet market but I’m sure you can chop a bunch of black olives to make your own
I get Burrata cheese from the same market, Burrata, Italian meaning is buttered, it’s really mozzarella and cream so you can just use a very good mozzarella
put the olive tapenade on the crostini first and then burrata and blow everyone away
Feng Shui and Kimme’s Chili
Friday, October 30th, 2009
Sometimes I inherit friends. Kimme is one . She is Kimberly, my best friend’s other best friend. Over the years she has become one of my best and dearest friends. The three of us celebrate our birthdays together and we stick by each other in a crisis. We had that crisis a few years ago when Kimme’s husband fought a two-year battle with cancer. It’s now been two years since he died ( not sure why but I like the word die better then passed ). There is no describing Kimme because she’s a “gotta see her for yourself” kind of a girl, but let me try. Kimme is an original, authentic, deep, funny and spiritual person. She’s adorable beyond belief, stylish (beyond belief). Kimme is the most loyal friend and partner and did I mention yet that she’s a truly gifted chef? If only I were a man, I have thought over these past few years, I would surely love to be married to my best friend Kimme. Alas, I am a woman and I’m married. (more…)
Mogull sisters and the brilliance of Blini’s
Monday, October 26th, 2009There are certain friendships you make over your life that you just know you were meant to meet. The Mogull girls are that and more to me. We met in the 70’s, they were younger and adorable. My father always said you make your own family in the friends you choose and I certainly feel apart of the Mogull family. Our fathers were in fact friends and our children are friends so it’s now going on three generations of friends. Cathy Mogull gives a great Christmas Eve party where she serves blini’s with caviar and smoked salmon. In the past few years her “friends”, family really, have been displaced by moves. Alison Mogull moved a few years ago with husband to Colorado. Cathy moved with her husband to Carpenteria. Cathy Mogull’s best friend Kym moved last year to New York. I’m still here and I miss our blini parties. A quirky thing would happen each year, sometime during the year I would want the blini recipe but couldn’t remember where I wrote it, which just gave me the great excuse to call Cathy who would then have to call Alison to get it again. Not sure what all of our problem was about remembering it because it’s so simple. And now anyone reading this blog will be able to make these absolutely wonderful and easy blini’s
Blini’s
2 Eggs
One cup milk
1/2 teaspoon salt
One cup flour
2 Tablespoons melted butter
cover and let stand for 30 minutes, we like to put all the ingredients in a blender but you can make it the way you would a pancake batter







