Friday, October 19, 2007
Lili Graduates From The Travel Channel Academy
Hey! I'm back from Disco Channel Headquarters in DC where I attended The Travel Channel Academy - You're now looking at a (more or less) bonifide Travel Jock. The program was intense...a bootcamp for video journalists. Michael Rosenblum (the godfather of video journalism) was our fearless leader along with the lovely Lisa Lambden. Final Cut Pro pros Peter Salvia & Steve Gruskin taught me more about Final Cut in four days than I've learned in uhhh...too long.
Wednesday, October 10, 2007
THIS Is What I Do To Vegetarians On The Set of Plague Town
Friday, October 05, 2007
Dark Sky Productions Filming in Connecticut

If you know me, then you know how much I love Ireland...although I've never seen the Emerald Isle teeming with diseased, murderous freaks. Well... welcome to PLAGUE TOWN, which Dark Sky Films and MPI Media Group have begun shooting in the rural pastures and fields of the Nutmeg State. (I don't know what the hell that means anyway - what does Connecticut have to do with nutmeg?)
Groovin' On A Sunday Afternoon...
Hossein Alizadeh & Djivan Gasparyan: “Endless Vision” (World Village)
Alizadeh, an Iranian lute virtuoso and Gasparyan, an Armenian duduk player – (the duduk is a temperamental liquid-toned reed flute)- crossed long-established boundaries to record “Endless Vision” live in Tehran. They were joined in the studio by both male & female vocalists – a rare gender-mixed ensemble. The combination of traditional instruments, evocatively sensual vocals and ancient poetry create a profoundness that nearly suspends time. Track 3, “Armenian Romance” can be piercingly pleasurable and agonizing simultaneously. Like a philosophically weighty opera aria, it’s as capable of bringing tears of joy as it is of bringing tears of sorrow to the listener. This is an unflinching look through a musical lens into the psyche of a culture many of us may not understand. “Endless Vision” is the effort of two artists to stay human in a world that regards their people with suspicion on an almost constant basis. There are no apologizes offered by either Alizadeh or Gasparyan, just the purity of breath, instrument and intention that allows music to heal.
Daara J: “Global Hip-Hop” (Calabash)
Hip-hop artists from Senegal, Turkey, Brazil, Six Nations Indian Reserve and East LA bring their own distinct musical tang to this brilliant alliance. The beauty of “Global Hip-Hop” is what each artist and their respective culture brings to the table in this solid collaboration. Not a hip-hop fan you say? Keep an open mind; these musicians and MC’s aren’t about bitches and bling. This is a seriously fleshy musical gift to anyone who digs an exhilarating exchange of beat, words and verse. Track 5, “La Receta” by Kemo the Blaxican (of Latin hip-hop pioneers ‘Delinquent Habits’ fame) is a hard-hitting beat that attacks at first but then hooks you with Kemo’s powerfully smooth and commanding baritone. “La Receta” is a rapid-fire bi-lingual joint that, like all the other tracks, uses the best lyrical ingredients and technique to create an exciting mix of sounds and emotions.
Hanine y son Cubano: “10908 km” (Elef Records)
Wrap your mind around this: a full Cuban band churns out a mixture sexy salsa, rumba and Latin rhythms while backing the honey-voiced Lebanese vocalist, Hanine, as she sings traditional folk and love songs in Arabic. Behold the latest and sweetest fusion in a long time: Arabo-Cubano. The sounds are evocative, mischievous and dripping with artistic dexterity. The lonely, undulating sounds of the desert winds come together like in a dream, with the ardor and white-hot heat of sexy Havana. Hearing these two manifestly diverse styles unify on “10908 km” is like heaving yourself onto a bed in a steamy embrace with a stranger; exhilarating, a bit risky and impossible to close the senses to. If you need to amp up before a date or just want to roll your shoulders, hips and pelvis in an act of self-love, throw on the last track “Arabo-Cubano Improvisation”. I dare you not to move while listening to this amazingly corporeal cut. BTW – the album’s title “10908 km” is a reference to the distance between Havana and Beirut.
Try cooking a meal that compliments the music - not the other way around. It will open your mind to new recipe searches and ideas.
On The Soap Box About HFCS
We do it more than sex. We plan for it. We worry about it. We spend a good deal of our earned income on it. It can cause anxiety and in certain cases depression. It’s the thing that got Adam and Eve busted in the Garden.
It should be reasonably simple. We’ve been doing it for as long as there’s been life on planet Earth. C’mon! Invertebrates, bivalves, and even simple cells do it.
So who would have guessed that eating would become so complex? When did buying an egg or a carton of milk become a civic act? How did the word ‘consumer’ become an ugly euphemism for eco-terrorist? And how for Pete’s sake, could something we need for our continued existence, the life sustaining food chain itself, have turned into the very thing that may be our eventual undoing?
In the world of the never-ending pickings available to a professional chef and self-proclaimed food wonk, I always find myself inundated with more questions than answers: Carnivore, omnivore, vegetarian or vegan? Organic, locally grown or micro-local? – and yes, there is a difference. Hormone free, free range, cage free? Carbo-load or carbo-phobe? (Are potatoes really the evil rulers of the produce empire?) What the hell is Xanthan Gum anyway and what’s it doing in my fig bar? But the 800-pound gorilla of all food related questions is this; do we really want a steady stream of all things corn funneled directly into our primary food chain?
High fructose corn syrup, or HFCS, genetically modified corn starches, corn-flour, corn oil are just a few of the molecularly questionable ingredients pumped into almost every American breakfast, lunch and dinner. It’s in bread, muffins, dressings, catsup, sports drinks, sodas, deli-meats, cereals, commercially made beer, coffee-creamer and ice cream. It can be found in things we think are by and large healthful –like peanut butter and low-fat yogurt with fruit, which may contain as many as ten teaspoons of high fructose corn syrup in a single serving. It’s the frying oil and the binding agent that is the glue for the twelve, (yes twelve), corn ingredients that make up and hold together the Chicken McNuggets we eat by the ton. Shiver and Gag. And HFCS have covert names too – dextrose and all the di- and tri-glycerides…so sneaky. The meats we consume, even the organic ones, are corn-fed, not grass-fed, as they should be. Fish like salmon, once an exclusively carnivorous species, are now being ‘re-engineered’ to eat nothing but corn. Even the packaging the corn-based-food is shipped and sold in is corn derived, as is the wax on your apples and pears, and your toothpaste, cosmetics, disposable diapers, trash bags and batteries - to name but a few non-edible, but never-the-less kernel derived products. Keeping an elevated awareness level when negotiating the maize minefield in the local supermarket is an especially prudent idea when this idea hits you; out of the 45,000 standard grocery store items, approximately twenty-five percent are made from and feed with…right, you guessed, corn. Side by side with corn, I guess the humble potato is starting to look a lot less creepy and a good deal more benevolent than we’ve been led to believe these last few carbo-phobic years.
Don’t get me wrong, I have no beef with corn itself; after all it sustained a myriad of healthy indigenous people, like the Mayans, for ages. I just don’t want to be assaulted with the presence of its alter ego –HFCS- everywhere I go. It haunts me in the grocery store and I can’t seem to get away from it …kind of like Rachel Ray. And it’s making our country lazy and ill ...kind of like Rachel Ray. As a nation we’re facing serious eating related dilemmas; cardio-vascular disease, obesity and diabetes are driving the health of our nation down and the cost of our health care up. We’re fatter and unhealthier than any first-world country on the planet.
Corn does not cause disease per se. The real culprits are the agro-industrialists who over-produce and Franken-Stein the true stuff until it is damn near unrecognizable and then upload it - super-sized of course- into our food chain. Corn is cheap and there’s an abundant supply of it. More than 80 million acres are devoted to growing corn in the United States, thanks in large part to policies instituted during the Nixon Administration, which control and subsidize corn productivity. And let’s not forget the import quotas and stiff tariffs, which directly affect our diet and health. Since 1982 the U.S. has imposed soaring import taxes on natural cane sugar, (which, unlike high fructose corn syrup, our bodies can metabolize in regulated amounts), making it prohibitively expensive to import the white stuff for use in food production. Lo and behold! Two years later in 1984, both Coca-Cola and Pepsi switched entirely from cane sugar to HFCS in all of their soft drink production. Hello Big Gulp. A vast number of American food manufacturers and agro-businesses supported the import tax initiatives with generous campaign finance contributions. Not good. The government makes it easy for big-biz to produce Franken-Foods on the cheap and let’s face it – when crappy food is decidedly less expensive and more plentiful than whole foods that are grown in a natural and sustainable environment without modification or pesticides, people are going to eat the crappier stuff and get fat and sick. They don’t call it ‘junk food’ for nothin’.
Food is primal, an essential part of human nature. In fact,
many researchers believe our brains may have developed into the sophisticated organs that they are out of the simple need to figure out which foods would nourish and sustain our race and which would kill us dead. Up until now, we’ve been pretty good at it. But times, they are a’ changing. Many of us are not making conscious decisions about the foods we eat. We want convenience. Pile it on and make it snappy. The nuclear family dinner table has become the fast-food joint or increasingly, the car; 19% of our meals are eaten while driving. More and more food manufacturers are designing pre-packaged foods so they can be eaten in the driving environment; Go-Gurt anyone? For the tens of millions of us who are chained to our cell phones, i-pods, laptops, computers and steering wheels, eating may be one of the few visceral, insightful or sensually pleasing experiences we have left. We should be right concerned about what we’re putting in our grocery baskets, on our tables (or dashboards) and into the bellies of our children. Regrettably, most of the appeal of industrio-cuisine is its handiness; it offers families who log long hours at work a quick and easy way to farm out the task of feeding ourselves and our families to the food manufactures that make pre-packaged, pre-processed meals. And as much as I beat on Rachel Ray, I give her credit for devoting at least 30 minutes a day to cooking a real meal. (Even if it’s a really lame one that involves Cheese-Whiz.)
Three of every five Americans are now overweight. Some researchers predict that this generation will have a shorter and less healthy life expectancy than their parents. Enormous changes in the fields of food production and agriculture have left us in a sticky nutritional, economical, ecological and political stew. Our food system has changed more since the end of World War II than it has in the previous 5,000 years. We’re producing more food than ever before in the history of the world (while a countless number of children remain malnourished), yet we have no relationship to the foods we eat or the places it comes from. We know our plumbers, carpenters and computer repair geeks better than we know the people who grow the foods we’re eating everyday. Wait, it gets worse; we don’t know what the foods we are eating will actually do to us or to the environment in the long run.
Here’s the rub; HFCS and the other processed fillers that are interjected into our food supply are making us sick. And fat. There is a correlation between the decline of the family unit and industrial agriculture. Maybe it’s not crystal clear (yet) but once we devote attention and resources to unearthing the overall consequences of our current eating habits, like global warming, the evidence about the evils of HFCS will become incontrovertible. Researchers do know for certain that it takes a tremendous amount of natural resources to produce industrial foods. In the U.S. one-quarter to one-third of every gallon of oil we use goes into producing a single bushel of corn. They know for certain that there are concrete reasons to avoid HFCS in the diet too. In a study on the effects of diets high in HFCS, two groups of lab rats were tested – one group was fed glucose (sugars found naturally in whole foods, such as fruit and cane sugar) and the other group was restricted to HFCS only. Scientists distinguished that the HFCS rats developed multiple health problems. The male rats did not reach adulthood. They had anemia, high-cholesterol, and heart hypertrophy – (in simple terms, their hearts enlarged until they exploded) – as well as delayed testicular development. The female rats fared just a tiny bit better. They were merely more susceptible to cancer and unable to produce live young. Like rats, humans can metabolize glucose in every living cell in the body; however, fructose can only be metabolized in the liver. The livers in the HFCS group of rats looked like the livers of alcoholics; plugged with fat and cirrhotic.
Public health officials are finally beginning to worry in a bigger and broader way. Obesity and type-2 diabetes rates are reaching unprecedented levels in the United States. In 1970, the average American consumed less than one pound of high fructose corn syrup. In 2005 that number jumped to an unconscionable 42 pounds per person per year. Do the math. The USDA did. They are finally connecting the dots. Finally. Even with big agro business breathing down their backs and filling campaign coffers with donations and the halls of congress with lobbyists, it’s hard to flat-out deny that there’s no correlation between disease and HFCS consumption. The amount of processed sugars we take into our bodies matters because it directly affects everything from our weight to how our bodies produce insulin, so therefore, the amount of processed corn products in our diet affects our health significantly.
This mess of diet related conundrums may have you feeling baffled or running to the nearest bookstore or library for the latest “How to Eat and Not Die” book and I’m not sure that I’ve helped. But, wait up. Take it from someone who lives and breathes food; better to simply read the labels when we buy our food and educate ourselves about what we’re really eating. Avoid processed foods and unnatural additives or anything you can’t pronounce. Here’s a good bit of advice from Michael Pollan, agro-sleuth and best selling author of “The Omnivore’s Dilemma”; if your grandmother wouldn’t recognize it as food, best not to eat it yourself. We can’t simply put the onus of our health on the government or big food business or shrug off those extra pounds as the unfortunate result of being covertly super sized. We can no longer afford to harbor the illusion that our primary role is that of the ‘end user’, a defenseless consumer of market commodities. Facing an entire future generation of un-well citizens should be sufficient reason to raise serious practical and ethical questions and force deliberation on food ethics in the public sphere, in educational facilities and in our own homes. Keeping our local economies healthy buy buying locally grown and raised agriculture is more than a quaint or sentimental idea. It’s a matter of critical importance, one that affects every single consumer in this country. I would hope that if I told you that we were unwittingly raising a generation of alcoholics or drug addicts that you’d start banging down some congressional doors. This issue is as important. Get pissed, because it needs our collective attention. So, start small… pack yourself or your kid a lunch tomorrow instead of hitting the drive-thru. Swear off all processed beverages for 30 days. Plan a family meal at least twice a week – sans Cheese Whiz. Learn to read food labels. Re-acquaint yourself with your kitchen. Yes, undoubtedly it’s more work. Shopping will take longer and may be a bit more expensive. We have to put in more effort in order to have an improved food system, but it will bring back the gratification associated with food… real food. One of the sweetest gifts we share as human beings is the talent to choose the best tasting things with which to feed our brains and hearts, as well as our bodies. We are being force fed a pack of lies about the grind and unpleasant pains of food preparation so that food manufacturers have a viable market for their junk foods. Baking and breaking (non-genetically-modified) bread with those closest to you creates community and wellness. Don’t be fooled…cheap and quick food will not nourish the body or satisfy the soul. Eating well perfects human nature and whets the appetite for free will and choice. The human appetite as a whole invites a kind of thoughtful analysis of our culture. Without it, we may as well be made entirely out of corn.
FREEEDOM!
i love the line...i love the line...i love the line...
Every few years I find myself back behind the line, knee deep in tickets on a Saturday night. I do somehow convince myself that I love the line (or maybe my meds need adjusting). It's kind of like having a baby, (i think), the brain cannot remember the pain and somehow the past experience takes on some kind of spiritual meaning. ...good thing or the human race would not survive and there'd be damn few line cooks and chefs out there. But there I was for the past eight months...a simple stage for a new place. Don't even get me started on how sucked into this business one can become. I'm just happy it's done..I'll be happy to see friends and drink wine and go to restaurants where other poor, but talented, suckers will cook for me during a crazy ass rush. I'll be able to see my nieces and nephews play a toad or a lamp or baby jesus in a school play. I'll take a trip and maybe clean out all of the to-go containers that have been in my refrigerator for months now. I can pick up where I left off writing my cookbook. I'll wear my hair in a girly (ok..how 'bout just clean?) manner instead of stuffed under a ball cap that smells like fryer fat. Eventually my burns will heal and I'll be able to makes fists with my hands without having to choke down a handful of ibuprofen first. I'll stop wondering at 7:55pm if it's too early for a FREAKIN' COCKTAIL. My car mats won't smell like somebody missed the dumpster and hit my car and I won't have to strip in my basement to keep my cats from attacking my kitchen clogs. ..I'll have time to keep pitching this Tasty Planet vibe. I'll have a life.
Then the Jones will come. I'll get a foodie-hard-on for some crazy new menu I want to try. I'll start missing the ball busting, insult-slinging banter of the kitchen crew..those insults and digs that bind an 8-man line into a precise, exacting machine. I'll forgive all the ass-clowns who so cruelly deconstruct all my beautiful specials. I'll forget the names and faces of the imbeciles, pre-menstrual bitches, hysterical food-grabbing waitresses, the drunks and the morons that always come with restaurant jobs. The 16-hour work days will become a dim light in the back of my mind and I won't remember the days when I couldn't get through the day without pain meds for my back or not being able to wear regular shoes because my feet are so swollen.
My Sicilian grandfather used to say 'What's in the blood, you cannot beat out of the flesh". I have tried. Many times. Being a line-chef is in my genetic makeup..my DNA..my blood. I have repeatedly beaten myself up back there over the last twenty-seven years, and I expect that someday, I'll do it again. Because despite all the loony-ness, I love the adrenalin rush that comes with being under the gun, with putting out 300 dinners in a 90-minute window. It's the place I love best.
Thanks to all my guys at TOT. Keep on rockin' out those awesome dishes. I'll be in soon for a couple of cold ones and some f@#*% french toast.
Thanks for the love, xoxo, Chef Lili aka Rudy
Diners Rock
The A1 Diner in Gardiner, Maine is a sweet blend of old and new school. Check out the scene: Old timers being waited on by hip-alt girls with tats & piercings. Leather –clad bikers that had just ridden in from New Hampshire sat across the booth from a family with toddlers covered in pancake syrup. Voices mixed with
This phenom, quintessential diner has been around since the 40’s – but expect a hip and edgy twist to the regular menu items which you can check out in their recently published cookbook:
A1 Diner: Real Food, Recipes, and Recollections
by Sarah Rolph and Jeff Giberson - Available on Amazon
A1 Diner, Bridge Street, Gardiner, Maine
Owners – Michael Giberson & Neil Anderson
Pub Crawling in Wallingford, Connecticut
The Old Dublin
Wallingford, Connecticut
Whether it’s a trip abroad or a night out with a good friend, I am always mindful that the best memories are the ones that have nothing to do with what I came to see or do in the first place. It has been my utmost pleasure to visit Ireland four times. Last year I spent St. Patrick’s Day in Dublin drinking copious amounts of velvety dark Guinness and crawling from one 900 year-old pub to the next; an experience that could very well spoil a person for good. A perfect pint and ‘good craic’ (pronounced crack - the Irish term for lively, irony-laced conversation) are best enjoyed a few hundred meters from the Liffey River or on the craggy banks of the Dingle Peninsula, right? So imagine my delight when I found myself standing in a proper Irish Pub in...Wallingford, Connecticut?
If you’ve never experienced the joys of an authentic Irish pub, allow me to give you a few pointers. When, upon opening the front door, if the lovely pitch of the penny whistle jumps into your ears – this is good. The Irish are prolific musicians and nothing makes a pint taste sweeter than a round or two of ‘Trad’ – or traditional Irish music. Your second clue would be that, immediately after entering, you want to move your bed into the corner for a long, cozy snug - also an excellent indication that you’re about to have one hell of a grand time.
Expect all this and more from the Old Dublin. Perhaps because the owner is a born Irishman himself, or possibly because the man upstairs knows that to live a full and good life, one has to be less than a day’s journey from such a place – whatever the reason - The Old Dublin is as much an Irish pub as any you’ll find on the Emerald Isle. Dark wood hugs a shallow bar-top that’s spiked with colorfully painted draught pulls, like so many Crayolas in a box. The bar wall are hung with crackly mirrors, pleasingly soft light surrounds you and the smell of tasty grub wafts through the kitchen’s doors. After just a short wait we were able to belly right up. Our intention on this Friday night, nay… our mission for you dear reader; drink five pints in five different bars and rate them according to: taste, freshness, temperature, pour and price. We want you to be armed and mentally equipped to fight off anyone who tries to force you to drink that ghastly green beer that everyone tries to give you on St. Patrick’s Day –green beer bad.
Suffice it to say, between the eight lively musicians – fiddle, bodhran (pronounced bow-rahn - a trad Irish drum), penny whistle, squeeze box, guitar and vocals – and the truly inspirational pint… well, we just weren’t getting to bar number two with any urgency. A compromise was made. An Irish-style negotiation. Drink five pints in one place, scrap the ambitious rating plan and enjoy ourselves entirely; a task similar to shooting fish in a barrel at The Old Dublin. This, in my humble, but thoroughly researched pint-drinking evaluation, is the mark of a perfect pint and a wonderful pub. (Call the movers and have them bring my bed.) Here’s another Irish pub tip: don’t get all ‘American’ when you order a pint of Guinness. This is not the drive-through or the express lane. Ree-lax. The pint here is expertly poured, and as in Ireland, you should expect to wait a full five minutes or more before your glass hits the coaster. The barman, or in our case, the lovely Trish from Cork, first pours the pint three-quarters of the way full, lets it settle and then tops it off. You should then wait again until the top has settled, at which point the brew turns a beautiful deep black. The mark of a skillfully poured pint? As you drink the glass down, the brew will leave thin rings to mark each mouthful. If you’re a quick-quaffer, order your next pint when you’re halfway done with your first. Not a Guinness lover you say? No worries. The Old Dublin serves 21 beers and ales on draught as well as an impressive selection of Irish Whiskeys and a full bar. They have live music Thursday, Saturday and Sunday evenings. Expect anything from Trad to ‘Rebel Folk’. The owner, Paul Pender himself, and Pat Robbins will be playing on St. Patrick’s Day beginning precisely at eight or nine-ish in the evening. Chef Scott and the kitchen crew are serving all the quintessential dishes of Ireland; fish and chips, Guinness stew, and corned beef & cabbage. Dinners start around $13 bucks. Treat yourself to one of Trish’s delightful pints for $5 bucks. The Old Dublin has no cover. What they do have is spirited trad music in an authentic atmosphere and capable, friendly hands behind the bar. And don’t forget the good craic. There’s a deck where you can step out for a breath of fresh air (or a puff). Laura Pender, the other owner, and a few of the staff hung out with us and we all enjoyed a good chat there too. By the way, The Old Dublin cleaned up in the ratings; five out of five pint points, but who’s counting? And me? I went to The Old Dublin with a good friend and found exactly the memories I wasn’t looking for at all. Slainte!
The Old Dublin
171 Quinnipiac Street
Wallingford, Ct
(203) 949-8022
www.theolddublin.com
Friday, December 15, 2006
Important Travel Reminder!

As of January 8, 2007, travelers going to Mexico, Canada (yes, even if they're connected),the non-U.S. Caribbean (Puerto Rico, St. Thomas, St. John & St. Croix are all U.S.Caribbean), Panama and Bermuda NEED PASSPORTS! Until now, a driver's license and a birth certificate would get you through customs and back into the States. If you don't have a passport or are traveling with someone who does not have a valid passport - apply now! An onslaught of applications for winter travel is expected. Don't get left behind. Most U.S. Postal offices and many Town Clerks offices have passport applications. Passport photos (you'll need a specific kind) can be purchased and processed at places like CVS or Walgreens - be specific - let the person taking the picture know its for a United States Passport.Happy Travels!
Friday, December 08, 2006
Chinese Music Torture
Your Country Needs You! You Have Been Enlisted!
My good friend who is living in Asia for six months recently e-mailed me about a horrid experience he recently had in a Chinese nightclub -where he was subjected repeatedly to -'gasp'- a Filipino band covering American tunes like 'Heart of Gold'. God's Teeth!! I knew there was torture going on over there - I just didn't know to what extent.
Hearing this terrible story got me thinking - if you can't hear traditional/indigenous music in your host country or you're good on culling, snorting, honking or Tibetan yak-milking tunes - how great it would be to hear real American music - Al Green, The Ramones, Deftones, Johnny Cash, Metallica, The Doors, Dusty Springfield, Frank Zappa, Stevie Ray Vaughan, Sarah Vaughan, Frank Sinatra, Ricki Lee Jones, Liz Phair, Jane's Addiction, Korn or anything written by Lou Reed, Elvis Costello, The Cure or Bernie Taupin - (I know the last three are British - they count as American when it comes down to invasions -musical or actual)- if I were abroad for an extended time and in need of a musical funk-jection. (On my last trip to Dublin - every single pub I went to -and there were a few, believe me - was playing either the theme song from "Friends" or Neil Diamond's "Sweet Caroline" - it was creeepy - I would have given a finger for a fiddle or a harp after five straight days of that.)
So... I am compiling a list for the Tasty Planet blog of must-have favorite road tunes to download before a trip - I would be grateful if you could pass on one or two (or more!) of your "if-I-were-stranded-on-a-desert-island" musical selections and any reviews you wish to include. They will be posted on the Tasty Planet blog - if you do not wish to have your name and/or comments posted - please note that in your reply -or if you would like to be removed from this list please let me know.
And please - don't include any songs that might force me to take my own life on foreign soil - i.e - Bjork, Barbara Streisand or Whitney Houston... thanks.
Spread the Love! Feel free to forward this to fellow musicians, readers, writers, philosophers- (arm-chair or actual), foodies & travelers.
Hook a sista up with some tunes.
Sidebar - I recently read in the NY Times that 'Peace' tops the list of ways not to sign-off your e-mails. Whatever. Whoever wrote that probably listens to 'Air Supply' on a regular basis.
Peace,
Lili Kinsman
Producer, Host
Tasty Planet
Yummy Buns

The Tasty Planet crew was editing footage from our "Going Coastal - The Maine Tour Summer 2006" last night and we came across some footage of Barak Olins - pictured right - who we met at the Brunswick Farmer's Market last August - A collective female 'squawk' pierced the editing suite at 11:00 pm...just as we were getting tired and a bit sick of sitting in a dark room for six hours - The footage of Barak was a treat for our tired eyes. We decided that he is the hottest bread baker we've seen in a looong time... and yeah... his bread is completely sublime too.
Pass the butter.
Wednesday, October 11, 2006
Once a journey is designed, equipped and put in process, a new factor enters and takes over - it has personality, tempermant, individuality, uniqueness. A journey is a person in itself, no two are alike.
~ John Stienbeck ~ Travels With Charley
If you are a traveler at heart and you have not read this book (somehow I missed it in highschool), do yourself a favor and get a copy. It just may be one of the best books ever written about the art of travel.
Coming soon: Tasty Planet's 'Reading List' and 'Road Tunes' - what to drop in the pod before you grab your map & gear'.
Wednesday, August 30, 2006
And The Winner Is...

The Cold River Vodka Maine Martini-Mix-Off on August 25th was another fun-filled night with Chris Dowe (pronounced 'Doe') and Bob Harkins from CRV. The competition was held at beautiful Sebasco Harbor Estates in Casco Bay, Maine. What a gorgeous venue. I had the pleasure of judging with the owner Bob, who is the consumate host, a fun dude...and a hell of a martini taster. Sebasco Harbor also employs some very talented (and good-lookin') bar and wait staff. Ask for Tony - one of our martini entrants... he's very cool. Tony - who is currently single - enjoys sunsets on Casco Bay, amusing the guests with his razor-sharp wit and making Tang-rimmed watermelon-tinis. Alas, as good as the watermelon-tini was, it took 1st runner-up. First Place honors went to the "Liquid Lobster Bake". We all agreed that this martini screams "Maine!". Cold River Vodka and Clamato Juice (gotta have the clams in a Lobster Bake, yo) are mixed in a shaker, strained into a martini glass and - this is the best part - garnished with a steamed Maine lobster claw, a Maine new potato, a cob of baby corn and a stalk of celery. (For the whole down-low on the recipe visit www.coldrivervodka.com) Once again, I found myself with a righteous cocktail in my hand on an exquisite patio watching the sun sink into the bay. I love my life.
A big shout out to all the entrants - all the martinis were great - and a special hello to the pretty assistants from Darien, Connecticut who assisted their mom Cricket with her entry, the 'Mo-tini'. For anyone counting calories who still wants a tasty martini, check out Cricket's recipe. It's similar to a mojito...but very skinny.
Bob and Chris were nice enough to buy my camera man, Guy and I dinner at Sebasco. The food is perfect if you're looking for a true Maine eating experience. We ate and talked and Chris and I went on and on about how much we both love Ireland. The next best thing is the Maine Coast. Get there and live large.
Thanks again to Sebasco Harbor Estates, Cold River Vodka & Maine Distilleries for a wicked good time. Rave On!
PS: If you're wondering about my last post re: kayaking with the guys from H2Outfitters on Orr's Island - an unfortunate communications error at the last minute left us without a paddle. Too bad. It looked like a nice day to be out. If you're wanting to kayak in Maine, you'll have more choices than you can shake a stick at. Check out one of the best - Maine Kayak at www.mainekayak.com. They paddle out of New Harbor on Pemaquid Point. It's a hauntingly beautiful area filled with secluded bays and coves and you can see the lighthouse that's pictured on the Maine State quarter. Cool.

