My Midwestern dream: get a deep freezer in my garage that contains a pillow sized bag of shredded cheese.

Tuesday, December 28, 2010

Day 15 post op, Day 3 post Xmas, t-3 days to post 2010

You know how they say "it'll change your life"? People use that phrase for a lot of things I guess. Well, I've been thinking it applies to me lately. I can't deny that I spent most of 2010 worrying. I'm not even that much of the worrying kind (unless the wiper fluid doesn't work on the windshield and we can't see out the window will driving really fast in Ohio.) But that seems minor compared to the worrying I've done this year. Like, back in April, May and June when things were questionable at work and then in September when I found out my mom was diagnosed with ovarian cancer, and then October when we were like "ok, insert awesome here" when I found out I was pregnant. We are both feeling blessed and thankful. But I really worried the first 13 weeks. And I am still worrying. It really does feel like it's all happening at once these days. And I hadn't posted in a while because I didn't want to spill the beans too soon. ;-)

So my mom went in for her major surgery on December 13th at University of Chicago Medical Center and ended up staying for 16 days. She's coming home today. the surgery was a complete hysterectomy and an outside lining of her stomach removed where they saw most of the tumors attached. Post op included some crazy setbacks, like her heart triggered by anxiety went into atrial fibrillation (A-fib)and continued to have an abnormal heart rhythm for 12 days. During that time, a blockage at the bottom of her stomach/top of intestines wouldn't allow fluid to escape her stomach so she was put on a suction tube to pump her stomach and did not eat for 11 days. Finally, on Christmas Day, they removed the tube after a CT scan found no blockage. My mom was happy to eat a cherry popsicle for Christmas dinner. And then on Sunday, Dec 26 - she could smell the lemon cake I brought for my dad from Jason's mom and asked to have a bite (even though she was still on a liquid only diet) and boom, her heart went back to a normal rhythm. Just like that. I am so happy she is on her way home today. My mom is so strong, it's amazing.

It's three days after Christmas and I feel like I missed out a little on the whole Christmas thing this year - but then again, it's times like this where we grow closest to our families. And isn't that what Christmas is about? Like poor Jason getting sick (bronchitis) before we left for Illinois- out cold for three days with a temp above 101 - I took care of him. Then I got sick from him in Illinois and he took care of me....meanwhile we both took care of my Mom visiting the hospital all day everyday we were there. It's just nice to know everyone's getting back home, and feeling a little better and enjoying real food and the cozy comforts of our own stuff.

T minus three days to post 2010 and I'm ready to start a New Year.

Thursday, December 16, 2010

OH My Goodness - Sandra Lee

When I watched this video, I got pretty grossed out. Then I read the article that goes with it. I posted it below. I always thought Semi-Homemade on the Food Network was an odd show but I still watch it so I can see Sandra Lee's outfits match the curtains. I can't believe this!





The Making of the Infamous Kwanzaa Cake
Okay, I'm only going to say this once and then I'm leaving the country. Seriously, by the time this post is up, I'll be in Thailand. I think it's better for everybody.

Here's the truth. I wrote and sold the recipe for the Kwanzaa cake to Sandra Lee and, while I'm confessing my soul, yes, for Christ's sake, the Chanukah cake, too. There, I said it.

Forgive me Father.

I can honestly say Ms. Lee had nothing against African Americans or Jews. She just has incredibly bad food taste. She was not discriminating about who would be harmed from her culinary "creations." Think what your taste would be like if you came from carnival or circus people. Did I just offend Paris Hilton?

When the Angel Food Cake Collection came to life, Ms. Lee was converting to Judaism herself for her new husband and she seriously wanted to bring her new "cuisine" to an entire nation. Well, let's put it this way, she wanted to sell a shitload of books. And she did. She wanted fame and money. And she succeeded. I believe that's often thought of as the American dream by many, isn't it? Note to all American Dreamers: This may be a good time to take a look inward.

I think I hear the audible gasps. I'm wondering how long before the angry mob will be gathering on my front yard. Crap, will they bring torches? Will my neighbors call the fire department?

In my defense, I must start at the beginning. I've been developing recipes for cookbook authors and food companies for over twenty years. At least twenty of the fifty cookbooks I've ghostwritten or contributed to have ended up on the New York Times Best-Seller List. Many celebrities or TV chefs hire me because they are too busy to write their own recipes. This is not unusual.

In some cases, the "talent", as they are known in the business, have no talent. They do not know how to write a recipe or even cook, for that matter. Therefore, as a trained chef, food stylist and recipe writer, I come in handy.

I sell recipes from $100-$400 dollars apiece plus the cost of groceries. I love it. Not only is it fun, creative and challenging, I get to study all kinds of food. Most projects are just plain terrific. I'm humbled by the amazing people I've gotten to write and work for.

But (isn't there always a but?)...wait for it...wait for it.

One night in my office, at least 10 years ago, my phone rang. I answered it. If only I had noticed that my dogs started to howl and blood mysteriously started seeping from the walls. Alas, I did not. So excited to close the sale, I made an appointment with a personal assistant to meet "the next Martha Stewart, only bigger." I was happy to think about this latest project that would help feed my assistants.

It turned out that the premise of this cookbook would be "delicious desserts with nothing made from scratch." This book would be the second in a series. The first book was almost done, but apparently the writer, food stylist and recipe tester from that first book had all gone sailing in the Bermuda Triangle to celebrate and had disappeared. The books were being self-published by Ms. Lee, unless she could find a publisher, ASAP. She really, really wanted a publishing partner.

I 'm not sure if it was because my head was spinning 360 degrees and my retinas had become burned by some horrible smoke that seemed to fill the room whenever she moved, but I wasn't grasping the concept. "No fresh food. Just canned food. Nothing fresh, do you understand me? All food out of cans or boxes, so it's easy for the homemaker ...and write the brand name of the cans or boxes right in the recipe."

I assumed it was the ten years of smoking dope in my formative years that was making me stupid. Then I thought, okay, this is another slant on The Cake Mix Doctor, by Anne Byrn. A book that had been wildly successful. I can do this.

Before you say a word, let me say one more thing in my defense.

I have people that depend on me for their livelihood. Assistants, designers, photographers, and especially my American Express Platinum card. I sign the checks, so I have to bring in the money. To make my small business work, I took the job. First time I ever signed a contract. Of all the truly big stars and real celebrities I've worked with, it was always just a handshake and my reputation for getting the job done that created the deal. To put it simply, I deliver what I say I will.

Ms. Lee insisted on a contract. Her attorney at the time also sold Mexican art.

Please, I can't make this shit up.

Fuck me; of course I should have seen the writing on the wall.

Thirteen months past and after exactly 151 recipes, I tried to fake my death.

Ms. Lee called and though we were done with the book, she needed at least ten extra angel food cakes for "fun" sugary holiday times to sell to a magazine. Just a reader's note, it wasn't Gourmet, but the magazine I designed those "adorable cakes" for is still in business.

Read it and weep.

Please ask yourself, what would you have done in my place? See how that Kwanzaa cake is looking better from my perspective? I will tell you truly, the candles were her idea.

I guess I imagined something more refined. And I know the Corn Nuts were disgusting, but she didn't. As a matter of fact, the more tasteless the recipes got the more she liked them, the faster she approved them, and I could get home and drink some medium-priced wine after our meetings. She's not a good role model for abstinence.

Get it?

The last words I'll speak, before I board my plane and go to a land where nobody knows Sandra Lee, is that I had to fill the cavity of the Chanukah cake with marshmallows so it wouldn't collapse under all that frosting, and so that much-discussed pearl Star of David "crown" wouldn't topple. It seemed like a good idea at the time.

I've never watched any of the videos on YouTube. My priest says, "Never call the devil."

And to think, Anthony Bourdain was afraid of her. Crap, he was never even close.


Denise Vivaldo is an award winning author and food stylist. Her latest book, The Food Stylist's Handbook, was recently featured on The Today Show's Holiday Picks.

She's also a big believer in forgiveness.