chapter XVII

Chapter I

This blog is titled Chapter XVII because inevitably, we meet people when they already have a history.  If you are just meeting me (hey, how are ya?) and want to know a few things I have to say, that could take a while if you dig into this blog (feel free to do so) OR you could just click here for a link to the posts that I like the best.

Thoughts of the Day

Why is it ok for smokers to litter?  (I Hate Cigarettes Thought of the Day)

Why is it that all business advice for women involves women morphing to please men?  How about men maybe morphing to please women.  Seriously!!??!  To women: "Don't bake."  "Don't talk about your kids."  "Don't show any emotions."  "Don't get mad."  "Don't be too nice."  "Don't take credit or you will look like a b*!?tch."  "Take credit or you will not get any."  HUH?  "Don't apologize too often."  "Don't try to understand the problem just pretend you know the answer." I know, I know, it's still a MAN's world so face reality.  But is that really true?  I like to bake, I occasionally mention my daughter, I can get mad but I am nice, I do apologize if I think I am wrong and I actually like to understand a problem rather than seem like an all-knowing blowhard.  (Feminist Thought of the Day).

Popeye's Chicken.  (Fast Food Craving Thought of the Day)

I used to hate that holiday decorations would show up right after Halloween.   I like it now because Christmas is my all time favorite holiday and I like to be in the spirit as long as possible.  (Bring On Santa Thought of the Day)

People still care what Sarah Palin thinks - she is a leading commentator on yesterday's election results on CNN???  (Say It Isn't So, Joe! Thought of the Day)

I don't want to get up at 4:15 tomorrow morning to make a flight. (Not a Morning Person Thought of the Day)

I want the Yankees to lose tonight so we go to game 7 because one of my investments makes more money the longer the World Series goes on. (Self-serving Disloyal New Yorker Thought of the Day)

My husband and I are eating at Blue Hill At Stone Barns this weekend and I CANNOT WAIT!!!  (Foodie Thought of the Day)

I have not worked out in more than a month.  (Need More Motivation Thought of the Day)

The Men Who Stare At Goats looks like an idiotic not funny movie, which is a bummer because it has a good cast.  (How Do These Junk Show Movies Get Funding Thought of the Day)

I saw three women try to give a guy a seat on the subway the other day.  Said guy was carrying his daughter in a Baby Bjorn.  He refused but looked shocked and appreciative.  (That Is What Equality is all About Thought of the Day)

It's nice to remember that even on a gloomy day, if you were in an airplane, you know you would break through the clouds and see the sun. (Pollyanna Thought of the Day)

Cake and Sagge

One of the best things about having a child is the opportunity to see that child learn and grow.  Even the little things - when they first smile, when they first use their hands.  And every once in a while, they really astonish you.  Tonight I had two such moments with our daughter. 

I got home from work and she and I were treasure hunting through my work bag.  Out of nowhere, she says "Cake!".  I said "We don't have any cake." She looked at me, as if to say "You fool" got up, went to my bookshelf full of no fewer than 75+ cookbooks and fished out At Home with Magnolia.  She brought it to me, pointed to the cover and said "cake!"

I was a little speechless.  I knew she knew the word "cake."  I did not realize that at age not quite 21 months she would somehow know THAT cookbook and associate it with cake, let alone be able to fish it out of a crowd.  I had never shown it to her before.  She then got up, went back over to the shelf and picked out none other than More From Magnolia.  She came back, said "Lap!", sat down on my lap, and we paged through the cookbooks looking at cakes as if we were reading Mother Goose.  I go to bed with cookbooks too.  Clearly, this trait runs in the family.

And clearly, my girl likes cake.

And further evidence she is not one to deprive herself of the great pleasure of life, this weekend in the car she pointed her little barefoot foot of hers at me and said "sagge?" as in "massage."  And tonight as I rubbed her back before turning out the light, she said "sagge" once again. 

Clever girl.  No doubt she is her mother and father's daughter.

Is it still Wednesday? What time zone am I in?

I think it's sad that they lipsync on Glee.

On the topic of Saving Gourmet - it appears I have been BANNED.  I think I am the only person in America who has not received my November issue, the last issue (unless someone is ponying up millions of dollars - any takers?).  Perhaps its the obnoxious signs I have in my office window taunting the Conde Nast folks across the street.  In any event, hope springs eternal...I will look for it in my mailbox tomorrow night.

WHEN WHEN WHEN is season 4 of Friday Night Lights coming out on DVD???

I have been learning a lot about credit card processing systems these days.  Surprisingly, fascinating stuff.

So in-plane wifi has only been around for about a year but I tell ya, I don't know how we lived without it.  I got onto a plane today that was without (BOO American Airlines) and it about killed me.  I was twitching by the time I got off the plane.  I was that person running into people because I was looking at my Blackberry rather than where I was going.

Do you know that in the November issue of Martha, she actually has on her calendar "Bathe the cats".  I would pay good money to see Martha bathe cats.  If she tried to bathe my cats they would rip her to shreds.  Could that woman have been named more appropriately, btw?  Martha.  The cat bather.

Someone very generous (a friend) told me once after reading this blog they thought I should consider a career as a writer.  This was shocking to me; I politely said "thank you" but then sat there in disbelief.  I respect this person and it was a nice thing to say.  BUT, the most interesting part of it was that I realized I had not only never considered being a writer, I had written it off when I was young, along with many other careers, saying to myself "I am not good enough for that, I need to find something else to do."  Now, don't get me wrong, I like my career path but I have to say the interaction got me thinking.  Why had I written off being a writer?  I never even explored the idea.  Just like I never explored about a million other things that now somehow feel far off and impossible, yet potentially interesting.  I don't know that I would have ultimately made different choices, but as I reflected on the conversation, I was disappointed with myself that I had written off so many things before even given them a shot.  So how do you encourage people/children/yourself to be open to exploring a lot of possibilities (the world is your oyster; you can do anything) while reaping the benefits of focusing (which is what so many people tell you to do - and which, frankly, works for a lot of people who stay on track)?  I suppose one thing to realize is that really, it's never too late.  It may feel too late with mortgages and other realities to be contended with, but it's really not.  I suppose, it's just a matter of trade-offs.

That is my long-winded thought of the night.

Going on day 2 of having the Top Gun Anthem in my head (thank you, Harold Faltermeyer/Steve Stevens).  If you want to join my insanity, sample a listen here.  What do we think this means?  Either I should be hauling the family to Miramar, or joining the Scientologists.  Thoughts?

Monday Musings

I cooked two recipes from Gourmet this weekend and was impressed with both (nothing shocking here - the recipes from Gourmet are almost ALWAYS good.  That is why I love(d) it so).  If you are interested, make the Lamb Provencal or the Chicken Liver Mousse.  No pictures.  I am not the best photographer.  Just use your imagination. 

A few articles/blog posts have come out recently about how the VC industry is sexist.  I sent out a tweet about that today.  For those of you who might read that and think I was standing in my window doing BIRD impressions, let me clarify.  A "tweet" is a post to Twitter.  If you don't know what Twitter is, just move on, but rest assured I have not lost my mind and chosen to join the ranks of aves.  Back to my point, if you would like to read those posts, click here and here.  Interestingly, I hesitated before tweeting (there it is again, that funny BIRD thing) about the articles, not wanting to be branded "That Woman" playing the chick card.  But then I thought, wait a minute...these are just the facts.  Let others draw their own conclusions...and the fact that I had that moment's hesitation, well, that speaks volumes.

I have started reading The Omnivore's Dilemma and wow, a mere 50 pages in and I am amazed by corn.  We are ruled by corn.  All we eat is corn.  The children we bear are really, well, corn.  If you have not read it and want to learn where your food comes from, I suggest it (at least the first 50 pages). 

If you are looking for a great chick read, check this out: Perfect on Paper.  A review of it is HERE from The Gotham Gal (I always read her reviews - she reads a ton and does not pull punches).  Full disclosure, this is a shameless plug for a friend (Maria, the author) and damn it, you better listen to me because it is a really fun, laugh out loud, WOW I have been there, has she been following me around with a camera kind of book.  The holidays are right around the corner!  Order your copy now!

Missing Gourmet, sort of wanting to cook, but craving Chinese delivery...what is a girl to do.  Boy those Singapore Noodles are cravable.

If I had more time, I might start a food blog for busy New Yorkers titled "Ovens Aren't For Sweater Storage"

PUSHY BUT INSPIRATIONAL END NOTE: If you want to Save Gourmet, please follow here and try to come up with millions or dollars to help me buy it, OR, send some other brilliant ideas to bring it back.  Barring either of those, make a plan to cook for yourself, your family, your friends a few recipes from Gourmet.  Really, saving Gourmet is about saving the sacred event that used to be known as "Dinner Time."  In the olden days, people would gather around a table to share food that had been lovingly and patiently prepared.  They would talk, laugh and debate all while enjoying a menu that someone had taken time to prepare.  If this ritual sounds pagan to you, trust me.  Try it.  You just might like it.

Good Living, One Meal at a Time

The response to SaveGourmet has been outstanding thus far!  More than 500 followers on Twitter in 3 days and a mention in The New York Times (click here!!!).  Tons of comments, support and good sentiment.  Naturally, there has also been outrage.  Why?  Because ending what Gourmet stands for is ridiculous.  Keeping your other properties alive which cater to a more mass audience may make good business sense in the short-term but it sure seems to cater to a sign of the times (i.e., flash in the pan) that is already REALLY well covered in the media. 

Condé Nast and friends, dare to be different and RAISE standards, SET a tone, LEAD a market not just follow every Tom, Dick and Rachael*.

Surely, someone could have been a little more creative with those expense budgets and said, "you know what, we can be more frugal while not sacrificing our creative leadership and integrity."

It appears that Condé wants to hold onto the Gourmet brand (though I could be wrong on this - just rumors but based upon their desire to maintain the TV shows, etc.).  Honestly, if they don't update the website content in stylish Gourmet fashion, then it feels like keeping the brand is more like holding it HOSTAGE!  Let it go - let someone else capitalize upon what Gourmet stands for.

So what to do?  

If I had a lot of money, I might make a play to start something that would revive the brand/ideals in a for-profit fashion.  Alas, that is not the case...  

But I can live it.  I can LIVE Save Gourmet.  So that is what I will do (this is starting small - I have not given up on a grand plan, I just don't have one...if you do, let me know if I can help).  I was inspired by a woman named Julie O'Hara who is hosting a blogging event between now and October 15th, asking people to cook a favorite recipe from Gourmet magazine and publish a blog post about it. I love that, and will be participating.  In that spirit, I want to keep some of the features of Gourmet alive.  So tomorrow night, a quiet Friday evening when I can wind down from the week, I will be cooking from one of my favorite Gourmet features, One or Two For Dinner (did you love that feature?  I did.)  Specifically, we will make the provencal rack of lamb with roasted tomatoes from October 2008.  Will you join me in this quest?  Tomorrow night, or maybe some other upcoming evening, find a recipe from that feature and cook it.  If you like, tweet it and/or let me know and if I get a few, I can post them here.  I would love to know what you make.   

Cheers and Good Living,

Kylie

Save Gourmet on Twitter 

p.s. I don't actually have anything against Rachael.  I just think her type of cooking is pretty well covered and it is no substitute for what Gourmet stands for.

What is "Save Gourmet"

Honest answer: I don't know yet.  BUT, I have a lot of rough thoughts - here are a few:

• Gourmet closes - there is an outpouring of sentiment from loyal readers everywhere that this is a loss of a cultural icon. Gourmet was more then just FOOD.
• Gourmet, for me, struck the most delicate balance of marrying and fostering the accessible with the aspirational in terms of cooking and living.
• Every month, Gourmet expanded my culinary and cultural horizons. Food, my friends, is one of the things that makes the world go around and defines cultures. With the loss of Gourmet, who addresses this now? (yes, I know, Saveur, etc. I still feel like there is a void here).
• We as Americans now eat out all the time, barely sit together around a table and should be afraid of eating ground beef. SOMETHING has to be done about this. The readers of Gourmet -and the staff that created Gourmet - care about these things deeply. And, let's be honest, we are an unhealthy group of folks. Caring about the quality of your food, valuing a meal, creating it yourself...all of these things can actually help address these pretty major societal issues.
• My husband and I were looking for an apartment a few years ago. We live in NYC. Do you know how many places we saw - new beautiful buildings - that had NO space for a dining room table!! Honestly. The brokers all said the same thing "nobody eats at home anymore, and if they do, they sit in front of a TV but the family dinner...sorry you silly silly people, but the family dinner is a thing of the past." Well, I will tell you what - it is NOT a thing of the past in my world. We don't do it every night, but boy do we think it's important so we do our best to make it happen as often as possible. This, to me, is a breakdown in family values, in connecting with loved ones, in helping your children learn to communicate and learn to listen, learn to try new things, learn to have patience.

There is more to life than Chicken Nuggets, people. 

So this is all a work in progress - and honestly, I don't know if anything big (or small) will come of it.  But when I think of Save Gourmet I think of all of the above.  Saving Gourmet to me means saving values and ideals that I hope we hold sacred, that build our communities, that encourage exploration and curiosity. 

I would love your thoughts.

Save Gourmet

Let me start by saying, for the record, I love food blogs. I read many; I value several; I am inspired by a bunch.

However, food blogs are no replacement for Gourmet magazine.  After 68 years, Gourmet will be closing.  November 2009 will be the last issue.  I recognize that as a country, we have large looming issues like health care, wars, sub-par education, foreign policy issues.  The list goes on...and on.  But for me, Gourmet is Mom and Apple Pie.  You see, I am a foodie.  Self-proclaimed, lover of all things food.  I love shopping for it, cooking it, eating it.  I have a stack of cookbooks and magazines (Gourmet!) beside my bed.  If you come to my house, I will likely be cooking.  Gourmet helped teach me how to create not just consume. 

So it is with great trepidation (and naturally, no dramatic hyperbole) that we now enter a world sans Gourmet.  To echo my elders "What is this world coming to!" when people are unwilling to pay for good content.  When the world demands free.  A terrible, depressing world of self-entitlement, I say. 

There it's out.  I think we have become a world of self-entitled, why should I have to pay, your content is worth my eyeballs but not worth my money society.

And this, my friends is sad.  Very, very sad.  And dangerous.  If Gourmet goes away, what's next?  Are we on the road to content written and managed and edited by...well, nobody.  Written of course by someone, but quality control?  Hmmm.

I suspect that many readers of Gourmet would have paid more for our subscriptions.  And sadly, because running a print publication is no cheap feat, that probably would not have been enough to sustain this fabulous publication.  So we needed ads.  Well, people hate ads.  And the advertisers recognize this somewhere (they understand their ads in print are "not effective"), so they stop advertising.  And when subscribers stop paying, we fuel the advertisers' fire ("How many PAYING subs do you have?").

We have with free free free created, therefore, a vicious circle.  Folks, SOMEBODY has to pay for quality.  To use a wonderfully appropriate (and true) cliche, there ain't no free lunch.  And I fear that with the free movement, we have created a Monster of Mediocracy.  Gourmet's content was edited, culled, reviewed, tested and for many, trusted.  My recipes (which I post here every once in a while) are the wild west of cooking!  I can assure you that nobody died by eating what I cook but that's about it.  Don't trust me, trust Gourmet!

I think we are asking too much to expect advertisers alone to support quality.  WE, the consumer, may have to pony up.  Seriously, what is the last ad in print that you remember?  That moved you to purchase?  If you are drawing a blank and then move on to page through a favorite magazine, look at it as an ENDANGERED SPECIES.  Especially if you pay little to nothing for that magazine.

I can hear some of you thinking I am going overboard, get with it, jump on the bandwagon.  But I associate the monthly receipt of Gourmet magazine with inspiration, a catalyst for creativity, a bevy of ideas that will draw friends together.  Heck, they even did the menu planning for me.  

So as a social experiment, I grabbed http://twitter.com/savegourmet.  I have no idea if there is something to be done here, but if viewers of Party of Five could bring that show back to life, perhaps there is a way through social collaboration that we can rally support for Gourmet. 

Wednesday's Thoughts...is it really Wednesday already???

• I am a mere 1,500 miles and 38,000 feet away from home.  Almost there. Feeling like an American Airlines "we know why you fly" commercial.
• This blog really should be titled "Dear Diary" since it's more of a daily (or really, weekly) stream of consciousness. However, branding is important. Chapter XVII it shall remain.
• So, I am on this plane and it's flu season. I swear, when anyone in the vicinity sneezes I feel like I am under attack! Call me paranoid, but I tend to pick stuff up (it's my magnetic personality) and airplanes are toxic places! Pray I get out alive.
• There is a group of octogenarians on the plane to my right.  Two couples.  Very cute.  They just opened a ziploc full of brownies.  They are giggling madly as they pass the ziploc around.  One of two things must be happening: (1) they are diabetics gone mad OR (2) those are not just brownies.,.those are HERBAL brownies!  I will see what happens when the food cart goes by...if they pounce, I can verify it's (2).
• I wish I could write about work.  Not what a liquidation preference is, or the optimal structure for a series A board of directors (seriously, there is a ton already written about these topics on the web).  I mean REALLY...being a VC exposes you to some crazy things - ideas, people, situations.  There is real drama here, people!  Alas, these companies are private so I am bound to protect the innocent (and unfortunately, the GUILTY).  But there is an exposé here.  Let's just say it's really interesting to see what happens when money is involved and the chips are down. 
• I will say it, I am TIRED.  This is not something people readily admit these days (people say "busy" not "tired").  But I am beat.  I get beat more easily.  I may turn this blog into an ENERGY site.  How to get more energy with myself as the protagonist.  I may experiment with all kinds of new foods, theories and sleeping patterns and report back.  OR, I will just do as my mother would tell me and eat more fruits and vegetables, get more rest, drink more water. 
• Has anyone heard the song "Ghetto" by J Holiday?  Honestly, it has to be the worst song I have heard in a long long time.
• Do you think women are better than men at most things?  Tell the truth. 
• If you are married, have you and your partner ever discussed your Domestic Domains?  My husband and I recently did this.  Domestic Domains is meant to define areas of mutual responsibility where we each take the lead, and the other agrees to follow.  We did not get very far.  So far, we agreed that his domains are the car, the deck and the grill.  Mine are household budgeting (I heart spreadsheets), anything requiring organization.  Our conversation is not complete but let me just say, this is a very interesting dinner party topic (though, be prepared to see your couple friends fight it out).
• Our daughter sees a picture of the police and says "5-0!".  We are proud city parents.
• About to sign off and pick up the book I grabbed at LAX before boarding the plane, The Omnivore's Dilemma.  In typical desperate-for-food fashion, I went immediately from buying the book to Burger King to grab a burger for the plane.  Honestly, the food at the American Airlines terminal could not be more dismal.  And yes, I see the great hypocisy in buying a book about how we poison ourselves with over-processed food and running to a beacon of food sins, but there I was.  Does someone else smell opportunity here?  All I smelled at the time were DELICIOUS fries but now it's just so obvious I was trapped (TRAPPED!),  I say into buying this slop!  It was that or starve.  It was really self-defense. 

Octo update: they bought the Premium Nut Blend, two Gourmet Chocolate Chip cookies, the Boston Market sandwich AND the Pringles.  Well now you tell me that is not a sign of the munchies.  Naughty naughty old people.

Hump Day

I was never a big Bruce Springsteen fan, but I am loving him now that he is 60.  I might not like his music, but wow that man makes me feel YOUNG! 

FOLLOW UP: The short ribs are in the oven.  

Do most of the moms you know have short hair or long hair? 

The DOW at nearly 10,000 is getting way ahead of itself.  Sit tight folks. 

When you get into a cab, do you assume these days that it will be a cash transaction?  I still do, even in NYC (I feel bad using a card in a cab here since they screw the cabbies).  Isn't that crazy that in this age of technology 95% of cab transactions are done in cash?  Check out www.taxipass.com.

Tonight my daughter was watching the symphony on Live From Lincoln Center (not dedicated watching...nearly 2 year old watching where she looked for a few seconds then moved on, then looked for a second and moved on).  But in the few seconds that she looked, she mimicked the conductor.  I think my dad was right when he said IT would come back somewhere (IT being the obsessive love of music he had).  

I am SO glad summer is over.  I adore this time of year.  September through early January are the best months of the year.  Here we go...

This may have been said before, but for anyone in the tech industry, my prediction on Twitter is that it will be a huge win for the founders and early investors and a big slow quiet loss for whichever company buys it.  I don't care how many people you have using it or how much free advertising it gets, all that ultimately matters is profit.  How much money you make.  Bottom line is the bottom line.  IMHO.

Ladies, especially moms.  Have you ever looked at www.urbanbaby.com?  It's been around for a while but I am always amazed at how snarky and terrible women are to each other on that site.  Are we really that angry?  No male site like that exists.  Men help one another.  Women...not so much.  At least in GENERAL.  I think this is true in business as well and well, it's just awful.  Men go to weddings for heaven's sake and talk business - they think of it as FUN.  Women...oh no.  THAT would be TABOO.  I think that is a real bummer.  I think we should be more open to helping each other out.  Just sayin'

Man my house smells good.  Always have roasting/braising meat in the oven, or soup on the stove.

Saw a police car the other day that was a...wait for it...Cadillac Escalade.  Say WHAT??  New Yorkers, our tax dollars at work, my friends.  

Tomorrow as you are going about your day, do something randomly nice for someone.  Give up your subway seat, buy the person behind you a cup of coffee, buy your office a box of donuts (especially if you work in my office).  I am always amazed at how doing something nice makes my day. 

Moving to Maine to be a cook!

Just kidding.  I still have several things I want to accomplish in my current career before I pack up and pursue the Other Job.  But maybe someday. 

However, It is no surprise to any regular reader of this blog that I love to cook.  For now, a weekend of cooking will have to do.  This is a big week in my house for food.  We started marinating a pork roast in jerk spices and beer last night.  It will be grilled tomorrow night.  We will also have roasted kale.

Yesterday for lunch there was cauliflower garlic pasta which my daughter decided was her new favorite thing.  Today we made panko/Parmesan crusted turkey cutlets for, well, anytime.  They are really just good to have around.  We also made some broccoli.  Also good to have around.  There was a cut up whole chicken roasting in the oven this afternoon too.  We dried the skin really well, tossed on some salt, pepper and smoked paprika (to keep things interesting) and let 'er rip at 450 degrees for about 35 minutes. 

And because my mother is visiting later this week and we will be eating short ribs (braised in port and red wine and veal stock, oh my!)...so I am in the midst of my first veal stock (virgin veal stock!).  Apparently veal stock is a thing of wonder of awe, so why not.  It's in the oven right now, where it will stay until 4AM when I wake up to turn off the oven, remove the stock and go back to bed.  It better be good.  Though I will say, I already love it because my house smells amazing and because who ever thought of putting a stock in the oven!  Low maintenance and maybe, just MAYBE, really high mileage!  Again, it better be good. 

At some other point this week we will have chicken paillard with parmesan breadcrumbs, escarole, rosemary and capers. 

I say this not to brag (it may all be just awful) but to make you hungry. 

And with all that, I am pretty excited about eating this week.  But can you believe it, I forgot to figure out dinner for tonight.  Good thing I have a full fridge.

One last thing, if you happen to be a great baker, please send me some favorite and FOOLPROOF recipes to tismoiblog@yahoo.com.  I am the worst baker and it's an area of shame and misery for my family (seriously, I have been known to make hockey pucks out of sugar, eggs, milk and flour).  Help me out, would ya?

Do you like your job and other random thoughts:

it's been two weeks since my last post.  I do not know where the time went.

yes I do.  I spent two weeks in a conference room building a plan for one of my portfolio companies.

this will be a very random not well thought out post.  but I don't want two weeks to go by with, well, no memory of them.

I was reminded in the past two weeks never to get in between two siblings in a fight.

I like to give credit where credit is due.  I also like that my husband had ordered dinner for when I got home tonight after spending the day in Boston.  I was in the mood for Thai and that is what we got.

for some reason this September does not feel like the fresh start it normally does.  someone told me that as you approach the one year anniversary of a loved one's death (especially a parent's death) you can expect to feel "weird."  feeling weird.  check.

my daughter now has a mini stroller that if I would let her, she would take to bed.  I purchased the stroller at Target after nearly erupting into a feminist fit of rage in the "girl toy" aisle that was filled with pepto-pink wrapped...IRONING BOARD toys.  but she loves the stroller so we got it.  I am not sure if she loved the ironing board I would get that.  I have my chick-limits.

I am trying to draw something every day (for the record, I am not good at drawing.  for the record, I don't care).  I like creating something every day not just consuming.

I have seen a lot of evidence in the past few months of "you get what you need when you need it."  Do you believe that?

one of our two cats just tried to escape from our house.  she wandered out when the food delivery guy came to our door.  we did not notice.  she spent an hour in the hall.  we just got her back.  this was bad but was not as bad as when I accidentally closed her in the fridge a few years ago (to be clear, she climbed in when I was not looking and I closed the door w/out really looking.  she was in there no more than two minutes.  she was fine, she had food for god's sake.  and WHY would anyone have to look for a CAT in the fridge???).  in any event, cat found, crisis averted.

I talked to two friends tonight and I was reminded that I love talking to friends.  we talked about mean men, matzoh balls and how to get your child back to sleep.  we also asked each other how we are.  and we meant it.

are you happy with your job?  if you are, would you drop me a line?  if you are not, drop me a line too. send me an email at tismoiblog@yahoo.com.  I want to hear your story.  I am working on something (VERY preliminary; not well thought out; basically in survey mode).

A Few Things I Know

You know you are old when the hemlines at a conservative store like Ann Taylor Loft strike you as risqué.

You know you have good neighbors when they call you on a Tuesday night and say "We have some leftover ribs we would love to give you."  Ahh, yes please!

You know you are sentimental when you read about the world's oldest dog dying and you get a little misty.

You know your 18 month old is a GENIUS when she waits until you are about to leave the room after putting her down to sleep before she yells "Wuv YOU!" as loud as she can through a veil of tears.

You know your cats are fat when they have trouble hauling themselves in and out of the litter box.

You know you love your job when you are still working on a long range strategic plan for one of your companies and you barely notice that it's approaching midnight.

You know the BEST time of year in NYC is about to arrive when you leave the house and feel a slight need for a sweater.

You know you have good friends when, well, a lot of things.  I have good friends.

You know you have your financial priorities straight when you are not flipped out by daily market fluctuations.

You know you are not as cool as you used to think you were when everyone is talking about Inglourious Basterds and you think "who are these disgraceful men people keep referring to, and for god's sake, WHY can't they spell 'bastards' correctly!?!?"

I know you may be tired of this now, but I am on a roll, so am going to keep going...

You know you are sitting next to a total snob at a dinner party when said SNOB asks you in all seriousness "So, where do you SUMMER?"  Pardon?  Since when is "summer" a verb?  Excuse me, I almost tripped over my tennis whites.

You know you like your in-laws when they are coming home from a month of vacation and you are really excited to greet them at their house upon return and cook them dinner.

You know you have a great husband when he buys you flowers every once in a while for no reason and fixes things around the house and they actually work after he is done. 

You know you are a parent when the last movie you saw in the theater was (The Age of Your First Child in months + 3 Months) ago because movies went from being $30 for 2 to $130 for two.  Darn babysitting costs.

You know you are done with a blog post when, well, you say to yourself "OK, I may even be boring myself now - ENOUGH!."

Subway Time Capsule - this morning's ride in on the B train.

Morning rush on the B today.  Summary of what I see.

• Less crowded probably because it's the end of summer
• In sight, 3 Kindles, 10 iPods
• About 75 people in the car
• Hearing Russian and Spanish
• 1 violin
• 1 guitar
• Only two people wearing suits
• Not one reader of the NYTimes; 1 WSJ; 5 NY Posts
• Lots of people sleeping
• 1 VitaCoco drinker; shockingly, no coffee drinkers 
• 2 September Vogue readers 
• No kids
• No empty seats

Don't pigs hunt for truffles? Ummm, yeah, because pigs are really smart. Keep reading.

Since we were talking about food...

Wait...we weren't talking about food?  Oh.  Well, we should have been.  You see, I think a lot about food and I guess assume you do since you are reading this.

I enjoy things that are high impact, high reward and deceptively simple.  I appreciate complication as well, but high mileage, low maintenance can be extraordinarily satisfying when thinking about food that, say, might work for a dinner party.

Have I got a dish for you.  Fish en Papillote with Julienned Vegetables and Truffle Oil. 

Awwwww, yeah.  That's French in that there title, so immediately it sounds complicated.  Julienned?  Please.  Just a tricky way for saying sliced thin (sort of - look it up, take your time - it's not hard).  Truffle Oil?  Sounds expensive.  Try a couple bucks an ounce, and a little goes a LONG way. 

Try this recipe - CLICK HERE.  Do not be turned off by the paper folding thing.  Just do your best.  I promise, even if you botch it, it will look awesome when it comes out of the oven.  Your guests will freak.  I modify the recipe - I use white wine (a good one) rather than lemon (though lemon would be fine); I added sliced shitake mushrooms to my vegetables as they were cooking; I use a bit more pepper. 

I would have posted pictures but, well, we ate it all way too fast.

So, for a dinner party?  Start with a soup - maybe a fresh pea soup that you have MADE AHEAD.  You can make it look fancy by swirling a little creme fraiche in it.  Then serve the fish (make the veg ahead of time; assemble the packets before everyone arrives); and for dessert do something like panna cotta with berries (also, NOT hard, looks hard, make ahead; tastes great).

Get ready to answer "How did you do all of this?" and perhaps "Oh my god, did you have this catered?"

New York New York

The theme for this morning is New York New York.

• On my way to the subway I stop by the Muffin Ladies store to grab a coffee. I just love this place. Three Jamaican women run it - great muffins, mediocre coffee, great people.
• Many mornings on the subway platform where I start my day there is a fiddler.  He is extraordinarily talented. People easily drop dollars into his case. This morning he played Amazing Grace. People were caught off guard when they were brought to tears. I am not kidding.
• On the subway itself I notice how many languages people are reading - French, Chinese, Russian. Lots of Russian. This is a sign of where this train starts - Coney Island.
• The guy next to me gets up, leaves his bags and walks away.  He is checking the subway map halfway down the car.  I note that this is a pretty trusting move.  You just don't really do that in the subway.  Perhaps I look trustworthy.  But even so, this is highly unusual behavior.
• It is a hot heavy day here in NYC. As we head over the Manhattan Bridge, I think of September 11th. And yes, it is that Manhattan Bridge that Brian Williams talked about a few weeks ago on NBC News.  The one that moves a lot and is really old and needed an upgrade from the day it was first built.  That's the one.  

Speaking of calamities, back to September 11th.  I sit here on the subway and remember the skyline that once was.  Around 8:35 or so that morning, we heard a plane.  I lived downtown.  That plane was really low.  I turned to my then boyfriend now husband and said "Must be a military exercise."

But no.  And then we watched the news.  And went to work.  And my mother was still in the air somewhere, flying on a United Airlines plane back from Paris.  It's not worth re-living that whole day here now, but for some reason this morning I was thinking about how we tried to make things feel normal that night.  I went to my future in-laws' apartment on the Upper East side.  I walked there since getting a bus was practically impossible.  There were hundreds if not thousands of people walking north that day.  I walked up Madison Avenue in a crowd of people - felt like mass exodus.  And it was.  That night, we tried to feel normal and ate dinner on the terrace.  And it was normal.

Except for the smell.  The smell of burning buildings more than 100 blocks away.  It was inescapable and it permeated the City for days.

But here we are now.  The City is more peaceful today and that includes Times Square, where I am headed as I write this.

Can you believe it's been almost eight years?

And so it goes.