Thursday, December 11, 2008

THE BEST Article I've Read on Gay Marriage and The Bible

I was raised Catholic, and therefore taught that acting on sexual feelings for someone of the same sex was a sin. Supposedly there is proof in the Bible that God frowns on love between people that have the same sexual organs.

The last I heard, we were a country founded on such ideals as "Freedom of Religion and Religious Persicution" and "All Men (and Women) Are Created Equal" and as Americans, we are ALL guaranteed "The Pursuit Of Happiness"...When did the Bible become a ruling doctrine over our Constitution?

The Article Below is Eye Opening.

(Thank you, Mike for sending this to me)

COVER STORY: GAY MARRIAGE

Our Mutual Joy

Opponents of gay marriage often cite Scripture. But what the Bible teaches about love argues for the other side.


Let's try for a minute to take the religious conservatives at their word and define marriage as the Bible does. Shall we look to Abraham, the great patriarch, who slept with his servant when he discovered his beloved wife Sarah was infertile? Or to Jacob, who fathered children with four different women (two sisters and their servants)? Abraham, Jacob, David, Solomon and the kings of Judah and Israel—all these fathers and heroes were polygamists. The New Testament model of marriage is hardly better. Jesus himself was single and preached an indifference to earthly attachments—especially family. The apostle Paul (also single) regarded marriage as an act of last resort for those unable to contain their animal lust. "It is better to marry than to burn with passion," says the apostle, in one of the most lukewarm endorsements of a treasured institution ever uttered. Would any contemporary heterosexual married couple—who likely woke up on their wedding day harboring some optimistic and newfangled ideas about gender equality and romantic love—turn to the Bible as a how-to script?

Of course not, yet the religious opponents of gay marriage would have it be so.

The battle over gay marriage has been waged for more than a decade, but within the last six months—since California legalized gay marriage and then, with a ballot initiative in November, amended its Constitution to prohibit it—the debate has grown into a full-scale war, with religious-rhetoric slinging to match. Not since 1860, when the country's pulpits were full of preachers pronouncing on slavery, pro and con, has one of our basic social (and economic) institutions been so subject to biblical scrutiny. But whereas in the Civil War the traditionalists had their James Henley Thornwell—and the advocates for change, their Henry Ward Beecher—this time the sides are unevenly matched. All the religious rhetoric, it seems, has been on the side of the gay-marriage opponents, who use Scripture as the foundation for their objections.

The argument goes something like this statement, which the Rev. Richard A. Hunter, a United Methodist minister, gave to the Atlanta Journal-Constitution in June: "The Bible and Jesus define marriage as between one man and one woman. The church cannot condone or bless same-sex marriages because this stands in opposition to Scripture and our tradition."

To which there are two obvious responses: First, while the Bible and Jesus say many important things about love and family, neither explicitly defines marriage as between one man and one woman. And second, as the examples above illustrate, no sensible modern person wants marriage—theirs or anyone else's —to look in its particulars anything like what the Bible describes. "Marriage" in America refers to two separate things, a religious institution and a civil one, though it is most often enacted as a messy conflation of the two. As a civil institution, marriage offers practical benefits to both partners: contractual rights having to do with taxes; insurance; the care and custody of children; visitation rights; and inheritance. As a religious institution, marriage offers something else: a commitment of both partners before God to love, honor and cherish each other—in sickness and in health, for richer and poorer—in accordance with God's will. In a religious marriage, two people promise to take care of each other, profoundly, the way they believe God cares for them. Biblical literalists will disagree, but the Bible is a living document, powerful for more than 2,000 years because its truths speak to us even as we change through history. In that light, Scripture gives us no good reason why gays and lesbians should not be (civilly and religiously) married—and a number of excellent reasons why they should.

In the Old Testament, the concept of family is fundamental, but examples of what social conservatives would call "the traditional family" are scarcely to be found. Marriage was critical to the passing along of tradition and history, as well as to maintaining the Jews' precious and fragile monotheism. But as the Barnard University Bible scholar Alan Segal puts it, the arrangement was between "one man and as many women as he could pay for." Social conservatives point to Adam and Eve as evidence for their one man, one woman argument—in particular, this verse from Genesis: "Therefore shall a man leave his mother and father, and shall cleave unto his wife, and they shall be one flesh." But as Segal says, if you believe that the Bible was written by men and not handed down in its leather bindings by God, then that verse was written by people for whom polygamy was the way of the world. (The fact that homosexual couples cannot procreate has also been raised as a biblical objection, for didn't God say, "Be fruitful and multiply"? But the Bible authors could never have imagined the brave new world of international adoption and assisted reproductive technology—and besides, heterosexuals who are infertile or past the age of reproducing get married all the time.)

Ozzie and Harriet are nowhere in the New Testament either. The biblical Jesus was—in spite of recent efforts of novelists to paint him otherwise—emphatically unmarried. He preached a radical kind of family, a caring community of believers, whose bond in God superseded all blood ties. Leave your families and follow me, Jesus says in the gospels. There will be no marriage in heaven, he says in Matthew. Jesus never mentions homosexuality, but he roundly condemns divorce (leaving a loophole in some cases for the husbands of unfaithful women).

The apostle Paul echoed the Christian Lord's lack of interest in matters of the flesh. For him, celibacy was the Christian ideal, but family stability was the best alternative. Marry if you must, he told his audiences, but do not get divorced. "To the married I give this command (not I, but the Lord): a wife must not separate from her husband." It probably goes without saying that the phrase "gay marriage" does not appear in the Bible at all.


If the bible doesn't give abundant examples of traditional marriage, then what are the gay-marriage opponents really exercised about? Well, homosexuality, of course—specifically sex between men. Sex between women has never, even in biblical times, raised as much ire. In its entry on "Homosexual Practices," the Anchor Bible Dictionary notes that nowhere in the Bible do its authors refer to sex between women, "possibly because it did not result in true physical 'union' (by male entry)." The Bible does condemn gay male sex in a handful of passages. Twice Leviticus refers to sex between men as "an abomination" (King James version), but these are throwaway lines in a peculiar text given over to codes for living in the ancient Jewish world, a text that devotes verse after verse to treatments for leprosy, cleanliness rituals for menstruating women and the correct way to sacrifice a goat—or a lamb or a turtle dove. Most of us no longer heed Leviticus on haircuts or blood sacrifices; our modern understanding of the world has surpassed its prescriptions. Why would we regard its condemnation of homosexuality with more seriousness than we regard its advice, which is far lengthier, on the best price to pay for a slave?

Paul was tough on homosexuality, though recently progressive scholars have argued that his condemnation of men who "were inflamed with lust for one another" (which he calls "a perversion") is really a critique of the worst kind of wickedness: self-delusion, violence, promiscuity and debauchery. In his book "The Arrogance of Nations," the scholar Neil Elliott argues that Paul is referring in this famous passage to the depravity of the Roman emperors, the craven habits of Nero and Caligula, a reference his audience would have grasped instantly. "Paul is not talking about what we call homosexuality at all," Elliott says. "He's talking about a certain group of people who have done everything in this list. We're not dealing with anything like gay love or gay marriage. We're talking about really, really violent people who meet their end and are judged by God." In any case, one might add, Paul argued more strenuously against divorce—and at least half of the Christians in America disregard that teaching.

Religious objections to gay marriage are rooted not in the Bible at all, then, but in custom and tradition (and, to talk turkey for a minute, a personal discomfort with gay sex that transcends theological argument). Common prayers and rituals reflect our common practice: the Episcopal Book of Common Prayer describes the participants in a marriage as "the man and the woman." But common practice changes—and for the better, as the Rev. Martin Luther King Jr. said, "The arc of history is long, but it bends toward justice." The Bible endorses slavery, a practice that Americans now universally consider shameful and barbaric. It recommends the death penalty for adulterers (and in Leviticus, for men who have sex with men, for that matter). It provides conceptual shelter for anti-Semites. A mature view of scriptural authority requires us, as we have in the past, to move beyond literalism. The Bible was written for a world so unlike our own, it's impossible to apply its rules, at face value, to ours.

Marriage, specifically, has evolved so as to be unrecognizable to the wives of Abraham and Jacob. Monogamy became the norm in the Christian world in the sixth century; husbands' frequent enjoyment of mistresses and prostitutes became taboo by the beginning of the 20th. (In the NEWSWEEK POLL, 55 percent of respondents said that married heterosexuals who have sex with someone other than their spouses are more morally objectionable than a gay couple in a committed sexual relationship.) By the mid-19th century, U.S. courts were siding with wives who were the victims of domestic violence, and by the 1970s most states had gotten rid of their "head and master" laws, which gave husbands the right to decide where a family would live and whether a wife would be able to take a job. Today's vision of marriage as a union of equal partners, joined in a relationship both romantic and pragmatic, is, by very recent standards, radical, says Stephanie Coontz, author of "Marriage, a History."

Religious wedding ceremonies have already changed to reflect new conceptions of marriage. Remember when we used to say "man and wife" instead of "husband and wife"? Remember when we stopped using the word "obey"? Even Miss Manners, the voice of tradition and reason, approved in 1997 of that change. "It seems," she wrote, "that dropping 'obey' was a sensible editing of a service that made assumptions about marriage that the society no longer holds."

We cannot look to the Bible as a marriage manual, but we can read it for universal truths as we struggle toward a more just future. The Bible offers inspiration and warning on the subjects of love, marriage, family and community. It speaks eloquently of the crucial role of families in a fair society and the risks we incur to ourselves and our children should we cease trying to bind ourselves together in loving pairs. Gay men like to point to the story of passionate King David and his friend Jonathan, with whom he was "one spirit" and whom he "loved as he loved himself." Conservatives say this is a story about a platonic friendship, but it is also a story about two men who stand up for each other in turbulent times, through violent war and the disapproval of a powerful parent. David rends his clothes at Jonathan's death and, in grieving, writes a song:

I grieve for you, Jonathan my brother;
You were very dear to me.
Your love for me was wonderful,
More wonderful than that of women.

Here, the Bible praises enduring love between men. What Jonathan and David did or did not do in privacy is perhaps best left to history and our own imaginations.

In addition to its praise of friendship and its condemnation of divorce, the Bible gives many examples of marriages that defy convention yet benefit the greater community. The Torah discouraged the ancient Hebrews from marrying outside the tribe, yet Moses himself is married to a foreigner, Zipporah. Queen Esther is married to a non-Jew and, according to legend, saves the Jewish people. Rabbi Arthur Waskow, of the Shalom Center in Philadelphia, believes that Judaism thrives through diversity and inclusion. "I don't think Judaism should or ought to want to leave any portion of the human population outside the religious process," he says. "We should not want to leave [homosexuals] outside the sacred tent." The marriage of Joseph and Mary is also unorthodox (to say the least), a case of an unconventional arrangement accepted by society for the common good. The boy needed two human parents, after all.


In the Christian story, the message of acceptance for all is codified. Jesus reaches out to everyone, especially those on the margins, and brings the whole Christian community into his embrace. The Rev. James Martin, a Jesuit priest and author, cites the story of Jesus revealing himself to the woman at the well— no matter that she had five former husbands and a current boyfriend—as evidence of Christ's all-encompassing love. The great Bible scholar Walter Brueggemann, emeritus professor at Columbia Theological Seminary, quotes the apostle Paul when he looks for biblical support of gay marriage: "There is neither Greek nor Jew, slave nor free, male nor female, for you are all one in Jesus Christ." The religious argument for gay marriage, he adds, "is not generally made with reference to particular texts, but with the general conviction that the Bible is bent toward inclusiveness."

The practice of inclusion, even in defiance of social convention, the reaching out to outcasts, the emphasis on togetherness and community over and against chaos, depravity, indifference—all these biblical values argue for gay marriage. If one is for racial equality and the common nature of humanity, then the values of stability, monogamy and family necessarily follow. Terry Davis is the pastor of First Presbyterian Church in Hartford, Conn., and has been presiding over "holy unions" since 1992. "I'm against promiscuity—love ought to be expressed in committed relationships, not through casual sex, and I think the church should recognize the validity of committed same-sex relationships," he says.

Still, very few Jewish or Christian denominations do officially endorse gay marriage, even in the states where it is legal. The practice varies by region, by church or synagogue, even by cleric. More progressive denominations—the United Church of Christ, for example—have agreed to support gay marriage. Other denominations and dioceses will do "holy union" or "blessing" ceremonies, but shy away from the word "marriage" because it is politically explosive. So the frustrating, semantic question remains: should gay people be married in the same, sacramental sense that straight people are? I would argue that they should. If we are all God's children, made in his likeness and image, then to deny access to any sacrament based on sexuality is exactly the same thing as denying it based on skin color—and no serious (or even semiserious) person would argue that. People get married "for their mutual joy," explains the Rev. Chloe Breyer, executive director of the Interfaith Center in New York, quoting the Episcopal marriage ceremony. That's what religious people do: care for each other in spite of difficulty, she adds. In marriage, couples grow closer to God: "Being with one another in community is how you love God. That's what marriage is about."

More basic than theology, though, is human need. We want, as Abraham did, to grow old surrounded by friends and family and to be buried at last peacefully among them. We want, as Jesus taught, to love one another for our own good—and, not to be too grandiose about it, for the good of the world. We want our children to grow up in stable homes. What happens in the bedroom, really, has nothing to do with any of this. My friend the priest James Martin says his favorite Scripture relating to the question of homosexuality is Psalm 139, a song that praises the beauty and imperfection in all of us and that glorifies God's knowledge of our most secret selves: "I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made." And then he adds that in his heart he believes that if Jesus were alive today, he would reach out especially to the gays and lesbians among us, for "Jesus does not want people to be lonely and sad." Let the priest's prayer be our own.

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Friday, December 5, 2008

Jury Duty - The Bain of My Existance

Image from "Twelve Angry Jurors"

I am sitting at a public computer. In the Long Beach Courthouse Jury Room. Holding back tears. Burning with frustration.


The room is spacious, with dim fluorescent lighting and the light chatter of the employees at the front glass, greeting area. Towards the back is a patio. We are on the top floor of the courthouse...where i have been now, since Monday.


Everyone gets jury duty. I've been lucky enough in my five calls to jury duty, to never actually get put on a trial. That is until Monday, December 1st. I walk into the courtroom and feel immediate anxiety. The guy on trial is a 21-year-old gang member of the Long Beach Longos. Long face. Skinny build. Tattoos around his neck and the back of his head. Straight, glum eyebrows the cover deep-set eyes that are red-rimmed. Dark circles enhance his how dismal and dangerous he appears. When I accidentally make eye contact, the gaze is penetrating. I can't read it's nature, but a chill runs up my back. I'm AFRAID of this person...and I want nothing to do with his trial.


We are informed that this person is on trial for six counts, some of which include -Attempted Burglary, Unlawful Possession of a Firearm, Concealing a Firearm in a Public Place, and my personal favorite: Attempted Murder.


Jury selection commences. They "randomly" call eighteen names. None of which are mine. Each person has to state their job, if they are married, what their spouse does for a living, what their kids do for work (if they are 18 or over)....there are more questions:

"Have you, or anyone you know, ever been a victim of a crime?"

"Is anyone you know a member of any law enforcement agency or court affiliate?"


People tell the most personal, and shocking stories. One girl just had her brother convicted of "the Petco Robberies". I'm not familiar with these, but I saw a few eyes light up. Another young guy starts listing all the different ways cops have harassed him. This part is almost humorous...like he wanted to share with the world his every inner-thought.


They excused several people, called a few more, and it was time to go home. They let us out early. I went into work.


On Tuesday, they finished picking the jury - 12 jurors, and 2 alternates. I was juror number 13 or better put, alternate #1.


The trial commences. It's mind-boggling. Like on TV, but not at all. The action moves slower. The people who testify could not be written. They are far more colorful.


The first person to testify is a police officer, who arrived on the sight -A Pub in Long Beach (I won't say which one, but let's call it "LB Pub" for this narrative). The D.A. has a blown-up sketch of the "crime scene" or the back patio of the LB Pub. She unrolls it, pins the sketch on a board by the jury box and marks it as "evidence #1". We have set our scene.


The 2nd person in the box, was the first witness - we'll call her Alice - or the bartender at the LB Pub. A large woman, but holds her body comfortably. She's squeezed into skin tight jeans with a belt. Her large, crimped hair is half pulled up with a clip, and the bangs are sprayed high. She has long acrylic nails, pock-marked skin...but strangely she's attractive...tough.


She tells the story of the defendant first arriving a the pub and starting an argument with one of her regular patrons. There were three guys, and the defendant. So she broke up the argument and sent the defendant out of the bar. She was scared for him, since there was three-against-one. She locked the door behind him.


Later he returns, this time with a gun. She has just called, "last call" and is stocking beer behind the bar. She sees the defendant walk back into the bar, pull and gun and head straight toward the back patio where the man he had the first altercation with is finishing his beer and having a cigarette.


We hear from several other witnesses. The most colorful was a regular a the LB Pub, who is a homeless man and a drunk. His recollection is obviously bias. He refers the defendant as "one of them"...claims he's seem him before with his friend, "pulling up their shirts and showing off their gang tattoos". The guy is coherent but he's comedic as well. I can see smirks on the faces of my fellow jury members.


Two of the victims testify. One is the gentleman the defendant was after, who ultimately was shot in the leg. The other was his friend, who was on the patio and saw the shooting as it occurred.


Everyone describes the defendant as a slightly different height and weight. Each of them have similar stories, but one person saw him arrive alone...another saw him with one man...another saw him with two men. They each describe his clothing a little differently. They all remember his tattoos.


Two of the witnesses identified the defendant in a 6-pack - this is basically a photographic line-up of people. It's typically in color and they mark out the neck with a black marker (where a lot of gangsters have large identifying tattoos).

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....we leave off here, because I was interrupted and had to report to the court room.

In summary:
I spent 6 days of jury duty without pay and without being involved in the discussions in the jury room. I had to sit and wait while they discussed each charge and determined the charge as guilty or innocent (because alternates HAVE to be on sight, but cannot be part of deliberation). It was frustrating.

At the end, the defendant was found guilty of all charges but one. We were escorted out of a back exit, by an armed police officer immediately following the reading of the verdict.

I got back into my mini and drove back to my home in Manhattan Beach...and this 20-year-old kid on trial is now in jail for a long long time over a turf war...for a shitty street in Long Beach. The young man he shot wasn't even a member of the Crypts (his rival gang, whom he believed he was defending). He'll never dream of going to Europe. It's unlikely he'll ever see anywhere outside of southern California or Mexico. How did this happen? At what point did he choose this? Did he even have a chance?

Every day before the trial we had to wait in the hallway, outside the courtroom. And every day the defendants large family was in attendance and was sitting on the benches just opposite of us. With them was a young boy, maybe 3 or 4...possibly the defendant's nephew. After hearing the gang expert talking about the defendant's brother who died in a gang-related incident...and that the defendant, himself, has previously served time on charges...and that kids have a gun in their hand by 10...it dawned on me that these people never have a chance. Their male role models are their father's and brothers - who are all gang members. They are taught and encouraged that murdering and committing violent acts on behalf of their gang is the way to be "successful" and "a man". Where does this perpetuation of violence stop?

It broke my heart. The little boy, who appeared so sweet and well-behaved will very likely be in this same kind of trial in not to many years. He doesn't even have a chance.

Where did we fail? Is it the judicial system? Capitalism? America in general? I'm not a communist....I just can't make sense of it. How do, as an individual, help to stop this cycle?

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Articles on the Long Beach Longos:

Gangs still thriving in neighborhoods - By Tracy Manzer, Staff Writer

http://lang.dailynews.com/socal/gangs/printpage.asp?REF=/socal/gangs/articles/lbp1_gang1.asp






Saturday, November 29, 2008

Friday with Louis and Keely and The Smog Cutter

Louis and Keely at the Matrix Theater
For more info: http://www.louiskeelyshow.com/

Friday 11.28.08

Lately Mike and I have been going out a lot more and seeing our theater friends.

Yesterday, Mike and I scored free tickets to see Louis and Keely (Thank you, Jenelle Riley). It was such a great show, and so much fun. Their's a live band and lot's of amazing singing. The lead actress, Vanessa Claire Smith, was the one who launched the project from nothing. Her passion for her character Keely is evidient in how amazingly accurate she is at her impersonation. I know nothing about music or musical theater, but she completely smolders when on stage. Jake was a sweaty, energetic, fireball of magnanimous force...cut this bullshit, I'm not a reviewer. The show was so much fun! Both Vanessa and Jake were born to play these rolls and do them with such devotion and passion. It was awesome.

There's a scene where Louis gets fresh with a girl from the audience and pulls her onstage, much to Keely's chagrin. Well, he pulled ME onstage. It was quite funny, but my heart always leaps through my chest and my knees get all wobbly anytime I have to stand up on a stage in an environment like that! Luckily it was brief and gave Mike and Jenelle some ammo to heckle me with. Secretly, I loved it.


Louis and Keely: All Night Long (to give you an idea of the original)

Afterwards, we grabbed drinks and food at a restaurant next door and then headed to the diviest of dive/kareoke bars on the East End: The Smog Cutter. A bunch of Old Skool "Fools" were there (for those of you not akin' to this lingo a "fool" is a member of Mike's theater company, "Sacred Fools") - Bruno Oliver, Victor Issac.



I had a "Manhattan", which poured by the surly Vietnamese bartender, means a glass of ice with some Maker's Mark poured in it. This place had the WORST kareoke graphics and videos (in that "it's so bad it's good" kind of way). I was shocked to see that Mike and I stayed out until 1am - this is a rarity for me!!


Amazing Graphics!!

Me, Jaime Andrews & Megan Crockett

Victor, David, Mike and Bruno

After hybernating during and immediately following our wedding, it has been a doubley-great feeling to get back out their and do silly things with our friends from the theater. They are sort of like a little family (JUST like a family - there is love and drama and the rest, but everyone shows up to these things and it's nice to just BE there).
Me & M'Baby

Monday, November 24, 2008

Erica & Kurt's Wedding


This weekend, my beautiful and amazingly talented friend Erica got married. Erica and I met in college and she's been like a big sister since our Junior year. When I first met Mike, Erica was my coach in "first dates" , "how to get him to kiss me" and a whole other myriad of info for a girl that was clueless with dating.

After school, Erica made her way to Abercrombie, where she met Kurt (her, now, husband). The two of them live in NY, in this adorable apartment in Chelsea. I sleep better on their broken futon then anywhere in the world (and the nightly rate is far more reasonable than any NY hotel).

Erica's wedding took place on Saturday, November 22nd at the Veranda's in Manhattan Beach: http://www.verandasmb.com/ (a very convenient location for Mike and I).

Because Erica has such a big family, she had all of her sisters, her brother and her nieces and nephews in the wedding. The little ones wore chinos, white shirts and little ties. Adorable!

Erica made her entrance down this gorgeous staircase. She looked like a Grecian princess. Her mom and dad waited at the bottom of the staircase and walked her down the aisle together.
Kurt and Erica both were a bit nervous (who isn't in these situations); but they were both the picture of grace and love.
Mike and I snuck some photos of the bridal party from the top floor, where the guests enjoyed cocktails and appetizers.

After dinner, there was a live band and then a DJ. We spent the rest of the evening tearing up the dancefloor. It was a great night!

Wednesday, November 19, 2008

Tuesday, November 18, 2008

The Crazy-Ass Videos I Get Sent At Work

...no Intro needed.

JCDC VS LEGO from Four H on Vimeo.

This second one is apparently a club in paris for kids 3-7. They have their own dj and learn to dance.
The little girl who keeps spinning on the pole is a little disconcerting...but nearly as much as the adult dressed up as a panda.


Want more? Go here:
http://blog.urbanoutfitters.com/

Monday, November 17, 2008

Domesticity

Since getting married, I've progressively found myself more interested in the domestic arts. I now know how to make a martini exactly how my man likes it:

Classic Gin Martini
-Equal Parts Gin (Mike likes Bombay) and Dry Vermouth
-Stir, never shake, with Ice
-Serve Up in a Martini Glass

I have also been slowly opening the myriad of cookbooks I own but never use. A few weeks ago, I went to our local deli and bought some beef that I slow-cooked for two hours (a recipe from a Greek Cook Book that John Caruso got me as a going-away gift when I left Ohio).

This past weekend I decided, for no particular reason, that I wanted to bake an apple pie from scratch. The maternal instincts are growing at an alarming rate and the only thing I can think of to counter them is to give in and bake. What am I becoming?

Baking this pie was a task indeed. I spent a good 45 minutes in our little Vons trying to hunt down the smallest containers I could find of Corn Starch, Vegetable Shortening, Brown Sugar and other such staples that I am not sure I'll be using in a few months when these urges pass. Once I had a loaded basket, I hit the check out.

Upon arriving home and unpacking all of my groceries, the silly truth dawned on me: we don't have a pie pan! I call my friend/expert Chef, Mrs. Daisie Almquist to confer. After a brief discussion we decide that I am going to use a round cake pan. It won't look pretty, but the pie should taste more-or-less the same.

I mix my pie-crust dough (using Omega 3 Butter and Whole Wheat flour, of course). As I'm rolling it out, the consistency seems too flaky. I call to check with Daisie again and decide against adding more water.

The dough gets chilled for 30 minutes, while I begin on the filling - peeling, coring and slicing seven Granny Smith apples, then mixing these with raisins, sugar and cinnamon. Next I roll the dough out more and attempt to arrange it evenly (and attractively) in my cake pan...you can decide for yourself how this looks.


Finally I chill the dough in the pan while adding sour cream (non fat, of course) to my apple filling. I separately blend a bowl of brown sugar and butter, creating a "crumble topping" that is evenly spread on top of the apples in the pie. All of the "mixing" is done by taking two butter knives at opposite angles and "scissor cutting" through the butter and sugar/flour until it "resembles thick crumbs".

My Pie - Ready to Go in the Oven

Everything is assembled and I put the pie into bake. 1 hour, at 400 degrees....then I reduce the heat to 350 for what is supposed to be another 20-35 minutes. The damn thing wouldn't bubble in the middle. After an added 40 minutes, Mike and I decide to play it safe and pull the pie out anyway. The sides have completely bubbled and leaked all over and down the edges.
Tada!

As you can see from the photo, my pie is ugly as sin...but damn good. I'm so proud and inspired that now I want to try something even bigger...maybe a more imaginative pie...or even baking something large, like a turkey.

Some have suggested to me that my newfound love of cooking comes from all the cool kitchen stuff we scored for the wedding, but I think it comes from something deeper and more simple. Love for my husband.

Yes, this is Angela (formerly Carper) typing this blog. I can't believe it either.

Bon'apetit!

Friday, November 14, 2008

Jamba Juice

We all know that Jamba Juice is bad for you...and if you didn't know, now you do. With all the added sherbert, frozen yogurt and sugary juices you are looking for a weight-gain party in your styrofoam cup. Does that keep me from an occasional juice? Absolutely not.

Once in a blue moon, Mike and I will walk up and get ourselves a delicious, sugary, Jamba treat. My top favorites are the worst for you: The Green Tea Smoothie and the Peanut Butter Moo'ed.

Sadly, Mike just emailed me the following info regarding my all-time favorite Jamba Treat:

3. Worst Smoothie Jamba Juice Peanut Butter Moo'd Power Smoothie (30 oz) 1,170 calories 169 g sugars Jamba Juice calls it a smoothie; we call it a milkshake, with more sugar than an entire bag of chocolate chips. (Note: We're pretty sure this is the drink Hollywood actors rely on when looking to put on 20 pounds for the role as a heavy!)

I'm scared to find out the stats on the Green Tea Jamba. Say'la'vie. A peanut butter milkshake now and again are well deserved (let's not mention a few of my other favorites: Starbucks Maple Nut Scones, Bruegger's Everything Bagel Lox Sandwich and Chocolate Martinis from pretty much anywhere!)

Wednesday, November 12, 2008

It's PUPPY CAM!!!!

In the words of Mark Wilson...Prepare to be Killed with cuteness....
Link

Friday, November 7, 2008

Halloween


Photo Compliments of www.thecobrasnake.com

For Halloween, Mike and I went to a tre' chic party at the Los Angeles Museum of Natural History. The costumes were amazing!! It was cool, but bizarre to be dancing and drinking in the middle of "African Mammal" Exhibits. In the center of the main room were two giant dinosaurs.

We went with Sam and Aaron and a few of their friends. Sam was a perfect MIA. Aaron was white trash. Sam's friend, Jade went as a rather creepy Marylin Manson. I was a pimp...but Mike completely stole the show as Amy Winehouse.



The Whole Gang...that's Sam, as MIA front-and-center. Photo Compliments of www.shotgunmary.com


Me, As a Pimp, with My Husband...Uhm, Amy?


Sam & Aaron


Amy Winehouse - x2



Sammy and I (MIA and her Pimp)


Marylin Manson...so creepy!



Sara Palin, Joe Six Pack and a Moose!