This one is short and sweet. I've been neglecting my blog for some time now, but this one was too good not to share.
To feed 2-3 people, you will need:
250 grams of fresh pasta (you can use the dried variety, but the fresh pasta has distinctive flavor)
1 cup of fresh cream
1/2 cup chicken or vegetable stock (you can use water too, but you'll need to adjust the seasoning)
2 heaped tablespoons crumbled blue cheese (I used Gorgonzola dolce latte)
1 heaped tablespoons grated Parmesan
1 cooked (steamed or grilled) chicken breast, diced
couple of cooked broccoli florets (about 3-4 per person)
You'll have to work quick on this one, as it doesn't take too long. Cook the pasta according to packet instructions and drain into a colander.
Combine the cream, chicken stock and the cheeses in a saucepan and heat on medium heat. Do not let it boil. When it comes to a gentle bubble, add the previously cooked chicken and broccoli and give a light stir. Remove from fire and toss into the cooked pasta. Ground some mixed or black pepper and enjoy with a glass of white wine.
Friday, November 25, 2011
Tuesday, November 1, 2011
OK, let me make it clear from the beginning. I’m not a hater, and especially when it comes to movies, I have found that my tolerance to poorly executed movies is very generous. However, there’s limit to everything.
I have my own criteria about movies:
1. Movies that I can watch all day long on a loop
2. Movies that I want to see every now and then
3. Movies that I’ve seen and forgot all about them
4. Movies that I wish I had never seen
So, yesterday I saw ‘The Three Musketeers’ (2011) and I admit, it had some awesome, pretty nice butt kicking scenes. While Mila Jovovich, Luke Evans and Christoph Waltz were successfully cast in the roles of Milady de Winter, Aramis and Cardinal Richelieu, the rest of the cast was pretty much miscast. Still, the movie wasn’t bad. However, this post is about another movie… the one I wish I never watched. Yes, it was THAT bad.
Thinking that after my ‘encounter’ with ‘The Tree Musketeers’ I’ll have some more luck in watching another good movie, I went to the DVD shop and rented ‘The Tree of Life.’ No, they should have called it ‘The THREE of Life’ as it took 181 minutes of my life that I’m never getting back. Ever. In those 3 hours I could have made a batch of pancakes or even baked a cake, but no, I decided to watch the movie.
Now, I have somewhat of a ‘rule’ or rather is a mechanism of defence when it comes to suck-y movies: If I have difficulty looking at the screen after the 7th minute is gone, the movie is not worth watching. This ‘sixth sense’ of mine never failed me, but still, in order to proclaim the movie a total waste of time, I stick watching. Eh, the things I do in order to prevent more ‘victims’ from watching lousy stuff!
It is not my intention to bore you with the details, so I’m going to sum it pretty fast.
1. If you want scenes of erupting volcanoes, dirty waterfalls and unusually shaped rocks, turn your TV to National Geographic or Discovery channel. At least, you learn something from there, which cannot be said about the above mentioned movie.
2. Damaged people breed damaged children (or as I want to put it in my favourite words: ‘Stupid breeds stupid’). People with seriously unresolved issues only ‘transfer’ their issues to their children, thus leaving them scarred for life and in need of some serious professional help. It is the shrink or jail basically. If one doesn’t act on those issues, they end up hurting themselves, or worse, hurting other people and ending up in ‘the can’.
3. It is useless calling on deities to explain and answer your question. When dealing with the mundane choices and their consequences, guess what?! You have to question your own choices rather than asking/blaming deities for your misfortunes.
Now, that I have nicely summed it up for you, I have trouble understanding how this movie ended up with ‘Palme D’ Or’ in Cannes. I suspect that the judges have been heavily drugged, bribed or even plainly stupid to give that award to the movie. I can go all artsy-fartsy if I wanted to, and say that the movie left me breathless and it was a work of art, but that would be just bollocking myself and the ones who read this page. (And no, I don’t like Picasso either).
Every now and then, it comes a director that is labelled ‘visionary’, but this is not the case with Terrence Malick and ‘The T(h)ree of life’.
So, after reading this, if you still have 3 hours of your life to waste and come to the same conclusions, please do come back and comment, so I can rub it in and say ‘I informed you thusly, oh I so informed you thusly!’