Saturday, December 7, 2013

Fridge Frittata, mAryD's Church of Leftovers

 mAryD's Church of Leftovers
 
My grandparents would raise their eyebrows at my lack of fondness for tomatoes... They grew up in Chicago during the Depression, and couldn't fathom why I didn't want to just gobble up any fresh vegetable I could. 
That hasn't changed, I still hate tomatoes. What's really eyebrow raising is the way my children won't eat leftovers. I mean, it's fresh, heats up quicker than a hot pocket, and is (usually) a hundred times better the next day (seriously, they've done scientific tests--lasagna, potatoes, ham--all at least 50% better if you discover them in your fridge the day after a cooking bonanza).
So whatever, my kids are spoiled and crazy (and in need of military training). My little family of four has TWO birthdays between Thanksgiving and Christmas, and we are blended. So all that extra information means that most years I'm crying as I throw out tons and tons of my own leftovers as well as the awesome leftovers (and free Tupperware) that comes from everybody's second families. I cry (hard) as I think of the potential fuel for being better people they couldhave enjoyed. I cry for the hours I spent preparing and or talking relatives into donating ("No, we'll skip the awful dry extra turkey, but we'd probably eat the heck out of your mashed potatoes, green bean casserole, or pumpkin pie!") that I'll never get back.  Through my tears  I literally add up the dollar amounts and the hours I have to be away from my kids to put all that great food in the trash (which has to be done to make way in our limited Tupperware/cottage cheese or margarine containers supply) for the next all-day cook-fest that probably won't get eaten or appreciated more than once either.
This year, I say enough is enough. They will eat leftovers and they will like itOr else. (Or else "what" I don't know, I only know I should say it more often). In the meantime I'm going to do my part to church up the leftovers and not tell them (you don't go spilling the beans either).
Here is the post-Thanksgiving frittata (ish) I made from the leftovers in my fridge this morning.
 
 
 Fridge Frittata
 
First, I started with the Hawaiian Rolls that were left out last night, they were nice and dried out this morning. I began building the base by cubing (tearing works too) the rolls into the bottom of a 9x13 glass baking pan (spray a little non stick spray first). 
 
I used the tablespoon (or so) of softbutter that was left out to sauté the 3/4 of yellow onion that was in a sandwich bag in the door (unsure of how old that was, so I sautéed it at high heat, muhahaha). 
 
I cut up the last bits of ham from Thanksgiving last week and heated 'em with the now translucent onions. (This smell always does wonders for my mood).
 
While that was working, I discovered this block of Asadero Cheese (I'm sure I didn't buy that, but whatever)  that didn't get wrapped tightly and was going to dry out if I didn't use it. I cut that up and threw it in the 9x14 on top of the rolls.
 
In a separate bowl, I whipped up the7 eggs I had on hand with some milk(I accidentally bought a gallon after my boyfriend already bought two-d'oh!) I added a little Cajun seasoning, some dry mustard andWorcestershire and left it to the side.
 
I found my boyfriend's favoritesmashed potatoes from last night hidden under a jello mold, and threw little chucks of the cold smashed red potato, cheddar cheese, and sour cream mixture on top of the rolls and cheese in the 9x15 baking dish.
 
The ham and onion mixture was hot, so that went on top (by now the 9x14 was 3/4 full, so I was satisfied). I would have added some veggies here, but I would lose any chance of my kids eating it if I'd added the kernel corn leftovers from two days ago (but it would have been delicious!).
 
A poured the light yellow egg mixture on top of all that and let the egg soak into the bread while the oven preheated to 350 (Fahrenheit)(I was guessing here, but it seemed like a good plan).
 
I received a phone call and had to email some files, in total, I let the mixture soak up about an hour or so (if I'd wrapped it up and set it in the fridge that now had room I probably would let it set up all day, but I'm out of Saran Wrap -- tattoo wives will understand).
 
I decided it was time to fill the house with the smells of domestication, and put the rather heavy now full 9X20 baking dish in the oven.  Right before I did, I figured it PROBABLY needed a foil cover to keep it from burning.  I found out I'm also out of aluminum foil. I didn't panic, I just used a cookie sheet my kid didn't wash last night on top of the glass pan (it wasn't touching the ingredients, but watch out, 'cuz I guess this concoction rises) and set the timer to an hour and a half (the time I gave myself to write/edit this).
 
The phone rang again, and I had to talk an old editor/writing friend away from stepping into traffic (he's going to find some stronger narcotics, bless his heart).
The dog needed to go bark at the neighbor's mastiffs and I when I walked in from that, the timer was going off. 
I removed the cookie sheet and let it brown about 15 minutes while I wrote this on my phone as I was smoking in the garage (hopefully I can clean it up while enjoying a nice slice of leftover heaven while listening to my kid grumble about being forced labor for having to do the dishes from last night). 
I think I'll make a spinach salad tonight.
 
Let me know if anyone tries a version of this with their own leftovers!
(And hang in there, they CANNOT BE CHILDREN FOREVER... Unless of course you're my ex-husband and/or they have a trust fund, in which case it's completely likely).

 
xoxox
m.
 
With Respect,
mAryd
Exit, pursued by a bear.
-Shakespearean stage directions, The Winter's Tale, act 3, sc. 3, l. 57 {1623}
www.marydaloisio.blogspot.com

Tuesday, November 12, 2013

Christy Mack for Ink Addict

As seen in Tattoo Savage Magazine, Christy Mack shares about her tattoos and their place in her adult film career

Christy Mack’s Tattooed Heart

Story& Photos by mAry d'Aloisio


Petite Midwestern sweetheart Christy Mack is doing big things with her tattooed life. Measuring just 5’1” tall, the little girl is attacking the world with her ginormous personality and dedication to positive living. She’s helping to break down tattoo prejudice in the mainstream adult film industry, races modified Subaru’s, and rescues dogs with an inspiring ferocity. The girl is a certified bad-ass.
Indiana native Christy Mack is well on her way to becoming 2013’s “It Girl” in the mainstream adult film industry, which is no small feat for the tattooed sweetheart. She was told very early on that her tattoos would work against her.
My very first agent in Miami looked at me and said ‘You’re not going to get any work at all. You should never get any more tattoos and you should consider getting the ones you have removed-- it won’t help your career at all.” Christ Mack told Tattoo Savage. “It was kind of difficult at first-- but once I hit the scene, I hit the ground running. Things just took off from there. I sure threw that in his face.” She giggled.
It’s just a combination of my look, my whole attitude, how I carry myself, my body shape and tattoos that match my personality. Mainstream has started to become more accepting towards tattoos in general.”
How tattoos would affect her career wasn’t a consideration when she got her first one, and she’s not interested in changing her mindset now. “My mom bought me my first tattoo a couple of days before my 16th birthday. My mom has always been super cool. She doesn’t care either way—it’s the same with the porn thing, as long as I’m happy—that’s all that matters.”

Her collection of American Traditional inspired designs has grown quite a bit since. Some of her tattoos had meanings for her; some were just cool, and most of the characters on her have a name.
My first tattoo was when I was 15, it’s on my lower back, it’s a couple of sparrows and a nautical star—I named them Fredrick and Raul.” She said. “I had three tattoos before I turned 17.”
Then she met up with her current artist John Haas from Artistic Skin Design and Endurance Tattoo in Indiana. “John Haas has pretty much always been the best artist I have ever had—he’s done the majority of my work.”
His work on her includes a cover-up of an Owl on her left arm, an Eagle and roses on the back and side of her neck for a dog-rescuing war veteran who inspired her, and some fancy traditional designs on her arms.
She did stray once to get a tattoo from Myke Chambers at Hell City --a girl face on her right forearm. “I’ve been a fan of his for years. There was no real meaning to me; I just wanted a piece from him.  Her name is Penelope.”
The tattooed heart on her face was to memorialize the loss of her first rescue dog, Fannie May.
People get tear drops when they kill people; I got a heart on my face when my dog died.” Christy Mack works a lot with rescue Pitt Bulls, and with various organizations, but one of her favorites is It’s a Pitty Rescue out of Indianapolis, IN (www.rescueapittie.org).
They do such great work and find hundreds of dog’s homes; they're just great people.” She said.
Real must recognize real—with her fair share of haters, and folks that have an opinion about her job she had this to say:
I am a housewife without the husband, with a passion for cars and animals and a very interesting job. For those that try to hate on me, I just realize that they aren't as happy as I am so I tend to leave them alone. Sometimes I get my little attitude though, and I tell them exactly how it is.”
Follow Christy Mack on Twitter or Instagram at @ChristyMack , and watch out for the petite ones—they pack a tremendous punch.
http://christymack.com/













Monday, November 4, 2013

Some recent work...



For my brother, Tony

I heard the best joke today, on the "House of Cards" TV show (and this is how I heard it, more or less).

Two girls were moving into their first dorm before their first year of college. One girl was from Atlanta, the other Connecticut somewhere. The Southern girl greeted her roommate and her parents with a smile and asked "Where are ya'll from?"  
The Connecticut girl made her s.nob'by (sine nobilitate) family proud and said "I come from a place where they know better than to end a sentence with a preposition."
So the girl, struck for just a moment and asked again with a smile 
"Where are ya'll from, cunt?"


fly, fly, away...


Lou Reed 1942-2013
I just wanted to remember the moment I heard that the greatest most naked artist I ever knew of died, and was 71. I wanted to remember the moment so strongly that his naked stark honesty would finally be ingrained in my timorous soul that is mostly only hiding the same cum, piss, and shady motives as any of you. 
Thank you Lou Reed, you were sorely needed in this world and we're better for the legacy of honesty you left us. 



dime store mystery

He was lying banged and battered, skewered and bleeding
Talking crippled on the cross
Was His mind reeling and heaving, hallucinating
Fleeing what a loss

The things He hadn't touched or kissed
His senses slowly stripped away
Not like Buddha, not like Vishnu
Life wouldn't rise through Him again

I find it easy to believe
That He might question His beliefs
The beginning of the last temptation
Dime story mystery

The duality of nature, Godly nature
Human nature splits the soul
Fully human, fully divine and divided
The great immortal soul

Split into pieces, whirling pieces, opposites attract
From the front, the side, the back
The mind itself attacks

I know this feeling, I know it from before
Descartes through Hegel belief is never sure
Dime store mystery, last temptation

I was sitting, drumming, thinking, thumping, pondering
The mysteries of life
Outside the city shrieking, screaming, whispering
The mysteries of life

There's a funeral tomorrow
At St. Patrick's the bells will ring for you
Ah, what must you have been thinking
When you realized the time had come for you

I wish I hadn't thrown away my time
On so much human and so much less divine
The end of the last temptation
The end of a dime store mystery

Thursday, December 20, 2012

Nestler's NEWEST !!


Dave Nestler’s Bad Girl Club... drawn to menace
( SQP Publishing January 2013 )


For over a decade, Dave Nestler has made his presence known as one of the most recognized names in contemporary pinup art. His colorful photorealistic renditions of gorgeous gals have graced the pages of books and magazines worldwide. What has become a mainstay in the pinup art market is now prevalent in the tattoo community as well. Dave’s past collection of pinup art and sketchbooks have become a staple in every tattoo studios reference library. And the result are the thousands of tattoos generated from Dave’s images around the world.

For his 5th and newest book, SQP Publishing has put together a collection of Dave’s most recent Full Color paintings and Black and White sketches. Included in this collection are the original paintings that graced the covers of magazines around the world--as well as sketches pulled from his popular “How to Draw with Dave Nestler” column.

A “Must Have” for tattoo shops and pinup enthusiasts everywhere, you can find ordering info at: www.davenestler.com