what a day what a day

gosh today really was a tour de force...i had to go see the dentist with mini-santiago because he had to get 4 (in words four) primary/ milk teeth removed as well as his labial frenulum...the whole procedure under general anestethic...so we spend a long time there and mini-santiago didnt really feel like waking up, walking or talking after the whole thing..so i had to carry the poor thing home..and let me tell you a seven year old after a general anest. feels as double as heavy as before..so i brought mini-santiago home..cramed him into bed and stayed with him rubbing his belly until he could go back to sleep...then i worked on an essay and a column about porn for women which i still didnt finished and had a bit of daydreaming with my blog land crush about running away and having a place with a beach and margerithas and martinis and her running seductive up and down the beach while i work on my book...then mini-santiago woke up again and demanded more attention and finally food since he wasnt allowed to eat before the operation so i gave him arnika water and cooked him a soup right before i made him go back to bed and let him listen to a radio play until he slept again so i could write some more...then it was about time to do some more cooking (honestly it wasnt but i needed a break from my essay and cooking and drinking always puts me in a good mood..while i cooked i listened over and over again to my new fav. song by sade because sade is always great to put me in a sexy relaxed and flirty mood...

so..now you might wanna know what i cooked...i did a noodle salad with chicken, peaches, cellery and a curry-joghurt dressing as well as roast potatoes with tomatos, garlic, red onions,feta and rucola/ rocket salad..i know it dont looks good on the pics but its really tasty ..especially on a foogy and rather cold/wet day were you wanna stay in and eat something hearty...



maybe you havent cooked yet because you are one of my readers and blog land friends from far away and live in another time zone..so if you are up for something like that here comes the recipe

noodle salad with cellery and chicken
you need:
choose a type of pasta you like (i prever conchiglie for this salad but you can also do it with rigattoni for example)...
salt
2 spoons of oliveoil
150 gramms of chicken breast
black pepper
150gramms of cellery
2 peaches..i always take 3 or 4 but thats because i love peaches a lot
180 gramms of very creamy plain joghurt
4 teaspoons of curry powder
sugar
30 gramms of roasted sesame

so..boil the pasta in salt water..please..al dente!! dont cook the pasta until its fucking dead like most people do it in germany which actually makes me cry on the kitchenfloor...so cook it and when its done and you decant it save 5 spoon full of the cooking water

now cut the chicken breast in little pieces and heat the olive oil in a pan...roast the chicken well and put pepper and salt on it..i like to add some pepper de paris over it which gives the a very nice taste...put the chicken to the side and let it cool down a bit

now cut the cellery into small pieces as well as the peaches..skin them off ( which is a work which i really dont like but the taste is totally worth it) and cut them into small pieces...mix them in a bowl with the chicken breast pieces and the pasta

now mix the joghurt with salt, pepper, sugar after your gusto and the cooking water you saved aside...whisk it very well..add the sesame and put it all over the chicken sellery peach mix...stir it very well and let it lie still for about 10 minutes


now the roastet potatos
you need
as much allready cooked potatos as you want to
1-2 garlic clove
2-3 red onions..i love these onions because of their mild, almost sweet taste
4 tomatos
some rucola/rocket salat
4 eating spoons of olive oil
salt
pepper
150 gramms of feta

first cut the potatos in pieces..the peel the garlic as well as the onions and cut them into small pieces too..now take the tomatos..cut out the green part of them because its not so healthy to eat it..then cut out the watery/seexy inside and cut the tomatos by now into small pieces too, now wash the rocked salad, clean it, and dry it

heat the oil up in a pan and roast the tomatos for about 5-7 minutes ..put them in a bowl and put the pan back on the oven...add some more olive oil and
roast now the garlic and the onions (you can add some bacon too)spice the potatos meanwhile with salt and pepper and add then the garlic and the onions to the potatos in the bowl..add now the tomatos as well as the rocket salads..stir it all very well and crumble the feta all over it...serve the whole thing aside the salad with a glas of red wine or a cold bear...arg*..beer?..i menat beer yes!

so..thats that..i hope you like the whole thing...if my wonderful friends jo or neve had joined me for dinner i had replaced the chicken by champignons or spicy tofu..as well as i had left out the bacon (even so i always use turkey bacon since i dont eat pork)...if you try the recipes just tell me how you liked them..

sms from outerspace

do you have this kind of friends too? that kind which sends you naughty sms allways wanting something from you and ask you horrible intimate things?

today i had this sms conversation:

friend: dude..can you borrow me some lube?????like..right about now?

me: err*..no?!?

friend: allright then..doesent matter...then i ll just take a running-jump!

The Gashlycrumb Tinies

i know i know the video was cute..but it really went on my nerves...so i had to give it a time out and load up something different...less commercial but more what i like today: dead children..yaye! i think they are wonderfully done and i also love the book...so here they are: gashlycrumb tienies

actually i love all of edward goreys books and i rember when i got them as a kid from my mom ..the delightfull terror which got all over me and when i laid in bed at night and thought of the children dying their undignified somewhat victorian deads...ah.. sweet terror of mine..:-)

back into life

...so now i m back on my two feet since about 2 or 3 days...and what can i say? i really have a hard time to finde back into my all-day/every-day life...everything kinda feels surreal and forreign and i still feel that damned swine flu in my bones...

the biggest problem is the fact that i was suffering from heavy fever dreams and hallucinations while i was sick...heavy stuff..about my grandparents relatives in concentration camps...about really weird stuff...and now i m back on track to be well again its hard for me to realice what was true and what isnt...actually its really simple: nothing was true....but its actually kinda hard for me to realice that nothing has changed while i was sick because everything feels strange and foreign and it feels like things have changed..i know i sound like a fool but thats the truth..that right now everything feels arteficial...:-/

subkutan

i like to speak today about bad things..about painful things..about things we do to ourselfes...well..thats not true..i wanna speak about how i dived into my own destruktion...and how i went down the road of hurting myself.....just an hour ago i recieved an email from the editor of "feigenblatt magazin" (which is a wonderfull german magazine) and he told me that he accepts a piece i send him a while ago for their next issue..that piece is called "subkutan"...and even though they loved it from the start at "feigenblatt" it gave them a hard time because the piece is horrible long...and even though i hoped and hoped that they publish it..now that they accepted i m kinda afraid...why i am afraid? because its not a fictional piece..its an essay about what might have been the darkest 3 years in my life...i wrote about the last serious relationship i had...about the magic which where involved..about how this fairytale went bad...and about what happened with me after we didnt lived happily ever after...i wrote about a year where i couldnt have sex because i couldnt stand the skin of someone else..because i couldnt stand or bear to be close to someone who wasnt her...i wrote about how i went down to the bottom of every bottle..how i drank and drank and how i throuw up in the bathrooms of fancy restaurants just to go back to the table to drink some more...how i dived into the embrace of drugs and medication ...how i cried and cried...how i started to have sex again...how i went into the darkness of anonymous meanless sex...of bars and bedrooms..how i left hotels in the early morning...how i crucified myself on the thorns of selfhate..how i sometimes felt like shit an dstill went out again in the evening..how sex became the answer to all my prayers for salvation..how i searched for my lover..a lover i called miss X because i hated her real name and never spoke it out loud until the day we broke up...i wrote about this and much more...and soon everyone can read it...and now i m afraid...i m afraid what people will think of me...what my friends and family will think when they read that piece..i m afraid of facing my past everyday for 3 month on the shelves of the supermarkets and booksstores...
..so tell me about you..tell me about the dark places you have been...tell me about a bad habit you had and you survived...

yes ma´am ...i m back...

so..i know i know you wonder where i have been...if i had been lost after attending an orgy style thanks giving party...or if i had been kidnapped or if i just worked/wrote my ass off...i wish it where one of those (well i dont wish to be kidnapped) i simply where sick as hell..and as hell discribes it only slighty as horrible as it was...but now i m almost back here to join you all in blogland again..still in bed but finally able again to think and write and...be here with you...

and tons of hugs and kisses to the wonderfull people who send me emails and ecards wondering where i have been...especially to jo and ms moon who who send me love en masse to make me rise from the dead..you all are wonderfull°°° the rest who stay unnamed: you, of course , are wonderfull too and every little mail totally made me happy..:-)

women are heroes ...a hommage to womanhood

play before/while reading





for a rather long time i wanted to write something about an amazing project by frensh photographer / artist JR. the project is named "Women are heroes" and features gigantic portraits/photographs of a group of encredible courageous women whos husbands, sons, daughers or other beloved has been victims of (mainly police) violence

these pictures show jr´s work in rios favelas

i think this project is awsome...amazing as well as beautiful and nothing less but important because it shows once more a modern portait of the womanhood and the female role in society...or better say the struggle of the female role in society


for more information please visit: http://www.boston.com/bigpicture/2008/08/scenes_from_rio_de_janeiro.html