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Happy Thanksgiving, everyone! This was the holiday in my family growing up. My single, working mother put the emphasis on gratitude and a good meal rather than the consumerism of Christmas. That stayed with me into adulthood, and my Orphans Thanksgiving meals have been going strong since back when I played den mother to a bunch of rock bands. Everybody who knows me, knows that if they don’t have somewhere to go, don’t want to cook, or have plans fall through, my door is open and there will be a delicious meal on the table. One of my great joys is cooking for my friends and family, so expressing my gratitude for their presence in my life by getting to feed them? Heaven. Of course, I recognize how lucky I am to have the means to do this every year.
So I’d like to invite you to join me in a personal holiday tradition. I portion out leftovers on paper plates, wrap them with tinfoil, and roll plastic silverware sets in napkin/paper towels. Then I go stand on the street somewhere there is a large concentration of homeless people and ask passersby if they’ve had a turkey dinner. Don’t take it personally if anyone declines. Remember, it’s not about you. But trust me when I say the genuine gratitude you will feel- from both the recipients, and from inside your own heart as you realize how blessed you are- is worth the little effort it takes. And don’t forget the pie! The best smile I saw last year was from a homeless teenager who declined the turkey but started crying happy tears when she saw the pie. (I wrap pie portions separately, so folks can take dinner, dessert, or both.)
I hope you all have delicious meals and good company in your immediate futures, but if not, there is an open door policy at my Orphan’s Thanksgiving. Feel free to message me for the address.
Ok so I made my super simple Dutch baby pancake recipe this morning, and as you do sometimes these days, I posted this picture via various social media…
I was subsequently informed that technically this is a German pancake, but all I know is Mom always called it a Dutch baby, so that’s what I call it. I was also astounded at the number of my interweb and real-life friends asking for my address to come get some. (Pancake, that is. Heh.) So I thought I’d share my recipe.
A lot of people have these few simple ingredients on hand at all times, so it’s one of my go-to, guaranteed-to-impress standbys. One pancake is hearty enough for two people to share, especially if you have fruit, bacon/sausage, etc. to go with it. I can never finish one all by myself. Important Note: you must have a cast iron skillet to make this recipe properly. Use a 7-8″ sized one to get the results in the photo, a 9″ one for slightly lower, larger diameter.
3/4 c. milk
3/4 c. flour (better on the scant side than too much)
1/8 t. vanilla
generous pinch of salt
2 T. butter, melted
fresh lemon or lime juice
Mix all ingredients except the butter until mostly smooth, set aside. You want this mixture at room temperature when you put it in the oven, so if your eggs and milk are very cold, or you keep your flour in the freezer, allow for extra time. Put cast iron skillet in the oven and pre-heat oven to 475 degrees.
When the oven is to temperature, take the skillet out of the oven (DON’T FORGET TO USE AN OVEN MITT. I have burned myself more than once just being a space cadet.) and add the melted butter, tilting skillet to evenly coat sides and bottom of pan. Slowly add the pancake batter and return skillet to oven. It usually takes 20-25 minutes to cook, depending on your browning/crispy preference.
Drizzle with ample melted butter and lemon juice, and dust with powdered sugar. I usually serve with jam or preserves of some sort too.
Once you’ve made this Dutch baby pancake recipe, you will not believe how delicious and EASY it is. And a god damn sexy morning after breakfast. Just saying…
I had this conversation with a long-time client on IM today. In the interest of discretion, I’m using the guy’s initials to protect his identity. (No, it wasn’t actually a conversation with Jesus Christ.)
I had some wonderful food in chicago the other week
oh yeah? where did you go?
hmmm can’t say i’m up on chicago eats
gastropub type place?
had some head cheese and sweetbreads as well
i like funky meats
but i’m always
DON’T TELL ME WHAT IT IS
someday somebody’s going to feed me escargot without telling me what it is
i’m sure i’ll like it
those damn French know them some food
no fucking way am i putting that in my mouth willingly
(this has the makings of an interesting D/s scene…)
And it really does beg the question, just how orally submissive am I? I love food, especially trying new things, but sometimes I just can’t get my head (mouth) around it. Take escargot, for example. Everybody tells me they’re delicious, and I believe them. Put enough butter on anything and it’s edible, the French pioneered that. And I love crab and lobster, which are basically just grossly huge sea bugs, but I don’t want to put a snail in my mouth. I’m quite sure I’ll eventually be tricked into eating them, but even if I like the actual taste of them, I may never get over the psychological distaste. See sweatbreads- I’ve had them at least a half a dozen times and they were delicious each and every time. I will still never order them for myself.
I get a thrill out of omakase and tasting menus, the surrendering of my will to that of the chef’s and not knowing if I’ll be challenged to eat something I might otherwise avoid. It’s scary and exciting, and I like being pushed out of my comfort zone. A precarious D/s scene- in theory I am surrendering, but the reality is I could walk out at anytime, not that I can remember ever having done so. Anybody who knows me, knows I’m not a mindless pushover with no personal opinions. But sometimes? Sometimes in food, as in sex, I guess I need somebody to tell me what I want…
This is the coolest place to live. There will always be a special place in my heart for NJ/NYC, but PDX is home. The big town I remember from my childhood is now a bona fide City, and even though some of the changes are weird to me, I’m trying not to fight them…
One of the best decisions I’ve ever made in my life was dropping my phone sex pseudonym (ciao, Donna Dione Hill) and model alias. Getting to just be myself has been liberating and invigorating. And hearing a guy scream my name when he cums is the most incredible turn-on…Mmmm!
Thank you. From the bottom of my heart, thank you to Roy, Aldridge, Frye, Outlaw, et al for winning me back. It’s not just the thirteen-game winning streak- it’s the humility, grace, and tenacity with which you won those games. I wanted so badly to be able to root for you, and you guys gave me a reason. I’m yours.
Is that the internet in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?
Mobile web is everywhere, and I love my new LG Voyager do-everything phone!
Thanks to this foodie forum board, I’ve been turned on to a whole slew of excellent eats. In the few years I was away, restaurants like Biwa, Pok Pok, Toro Bravo, Sel Gris, and Le Pigeon have turned Portland into a gastro-tourism destination worthy of notice by the likes of the NY Times and the Food Network. Now if only someone would open a Chilean restaurant, I’d be in heaven…
His faux music videos rock my world. Iran So Far is hilarious and relevant, but…Dick in a Box. Enough said.
If you want a real feel-good tale, this guy is it. Check out this video (or search the net for others) and prepare to be blown away. The guy was a salesman in a cell phone store before winning Britain’s Got Talent with his unbelievable singing. Truly amazing story.
This man is a genius, and his scents have completely and inexorably changed the way I think about perfume. Never again will I be satisfied with anything less than pure perfection in a fragrance I put on my body.
Both the movie and the soundtrack are amazing. Simple. Genuine. Incredible performances from the two lead actors, Glen Hansard and Marketa Irglova. This is the movie I wish I’d been in this year.
Miss Buffy Gigantico
Buffy arrived in our household and immediately made her unique presence felt by all. We have the love bites and scratches to prove it! She is quite the inquisitive huntress-in-training, and I think Gollum enjoys having a protege. I miss my sweet Vinnie, but I know he is up there in kitty heaven smiling down on us.
Flight of the Conchords
I’m diggin’ Heroes and looking forward to new episodes of Lost and The L Word…But Flight of the Conchords was the best thing on my television in the past year. If you can sit through an episode of this show and not laugh out loud, you should have your pulse checked.
So that’s it…There are lots more things I could write about, but we have reservations at Castagna tonight to celebrate New Year’s Eve and a girl has to get gussied up for that! *wink* I’ll be around later, so if you want to ring in 2008 with a sizzling phone sex call, check for me tonight after 10pm Pacific…
Happy New Year, Everyone!
I just posted the best shots from my most recent photo shoot on my Gallery Page for your viewing pleasure…I was going to wait until they were airbrushed and all prettied up for the web, but you know what? Fuck that. This is who I am. This is what I look like. I’m not perfect. AND I LOVE MYSELF ANYWAY. But it took me a long time to get here…
In fact I’ve always had a fucked up relationship with food and struggled with body image/eating disorders for most of my life. During the depths of my marriage, I was so miserable I ate myself into oblivion trying to feed the emptiness inside me. Believe it or not, at one point I weighed 225 pounds! Obviously, I have since managed to find a reasonably healthy balance. And I keep getting parts that require me to be scantily (or not at all) dressed onstage, so I’ve basically had to face my fear head-on. Lol. I never was one to take the easy path…
But working in two industries (acting and adult entertainment) where the standards of youth and beauty are so ridiculously high, it’s easy to slip back into old patterns. I have to remind myself that a little cellulite doesn’t make me a horrible person…A couple of lines on my face show I spend more time laughing and smiling than following a “beauty regimen” or getting surgery or injecting botox…And if anyone sees something imperfect in my photos that keeps them from calling me…They are not the kind of person I want in my life. It’s that simple.
Now try being me, the consummate Gemini, and reconciling those views with my burning desire to have huge tits. LMFAO but oh so true. I’ve been thinking about a boob job lately, mostly out of curiosity. I really wonder what it would be like to have a nice big chest. God bless push-up bras, but it’s not the same thing. And before any of you natural lovers get in an uproar, it’s just a daydream right now…I seriously doubt I’d actually do it, and if I did it wouldn’t be a rash decision…
Total change of subject…Have I mentioned I got spoiled rotten for Christmas? Howard said, “oh let’s not get out of control this year. We’ll save money for our vacation.” (Which we are taking sometime this spring in Jamaica!) He then proceeded to get me the new LG Voyager touch screen cell phone with a Bluetooth headset! Also an electric blanket for my freezing-cold room, a plethora of stocking stuffer goodies, and a huge gift certificate to Fez Studio, which is the best place in Portland for perfume, make-up, and skincare. To top it all off, we spent Christmas night in excellent seats at the Rose Garden, watching my beloved Blazers whoop the Sonics’ asses for win number 11 in a row! I swear, that man knows how to do a holiday up something fierce. *smiles*
Now I get a couple of days with one of my dearest friends, Bonnie, who is up here from L.A. with her hubby. We have dinner planned tomorrow night at Biwa, which I thought she’d like since it’s in the old LaLuna building. She and I have sooooo many memories from that place…By the way, Bonnie is a really great actress who you might have seen recently as a recurring guest star on Cold Case…So keep your eye on her, because someday soon a brilliant Hollywood suit is going to cast her as the permanent lead in a successful tv show and you’ll be able to say you liked her BEFORE she was even really famous…Hehehe…
Enough for now…I hope you are enjoying this holiday season…
I’ve been remiss in posting lately, because I’ve been cheating on you with PortlandFood.org. Hehehe…It’s true, I can’t stay off that website…Letting me loose in the forum is like locking a sex addict in a porn store…All those drool-inducing descriptions of deliciousness! *sigh* Portland really has some great restaurants though, and I’m doing my best to hit as many as I can…Lately I’ve been into writing reviews about them too, though I don’t profess to be an expert…I just know what I like…
I’m certainly not the first person to draw the parallels between food and sex, but often after a particularly satisfying meal, I do find myself overwhelmed in what can only be described as an erotic manner…And something about watching a man cook just gets to me…With Howard in San Francisco, I’ve been indulging in solo meals at some of my favorite places and also at some new ones…Last night I had a delicious seafood stew special at Caffe Mingo while sitting at the bar drinking wine and letting myself be hypnotized by the action in the kitchen…I always opt for a bar seat when possible at open kitchens so I can witness the crafting of my meal…It makes the food more intimate somehow, as if I’m getting in on a secret the chef reveals to me one dash, cut, or sear at a time…
And I think there may be something a wee bit dominant about it…Watching a man as he does a job to my specifications, the implied understanding that he is trying to please me with his culinary creation…Oh yes it’s a bit of an ego kick and definitely a thrill…
The sous chef (I think) at Mingo is a yummy piece of eye candy, and from my barstool I had the perfect view of him…His hands, expertly plating appetizers and entrees, moved in a relaxed but neverending rhythm, artfully building layer upon layer of flavor on his porcelain canvas…I’m quite sure he caught me staring at him a few times…I found myself doing the same thing at Biwa this evening, spacing out on the sounds and smells emanating from the kitchen, though I did take an actual table so perhaps it wasn’t so obvious…(On a side note, I never thought I’d refer to ramen as remarkable, but theirs is a revelation. Plus, owner Gabe- another adorable foodmaker- and I discussed possibly shooting some of my LaLuna documentary there, but that’s another story…)
A man who can caress and coax the perfect flavor from whichever food he chooses, that is an artist of the highest magnitude…And what other artform do you ingest? To literally take it inside yourself…Hmmm…No wonder a good meal is such an aphrodisiac- it’s really a kind of foreplay when you think about it…Full penetration…I’ve always found restaurants to be an excellent setting for exhibitionist fantasies…Oh my, the images wandering through my mind right now- I’m salivating and dampening my panties…*shiver*
I’ll probably be a bit scarce for the next couple of days…I have a rehearsal tomorrow night until 9pm, and then I have to drive up to Seattle to produce the Tori Amos show on Wednesday…I’ll be back sometime on Thursday afternoon…By the way, we decided to cancel December’s trivia night because it falls on Christmas day, but The Bar Quiz will return in January…And don’t forget to enter the Bay City Blues Football Promotion every Sunday through the NFL season and playoffs- you can win a free 10 or 15 minute phone sex call with the lovely lady of your choice!
Mmmm…I’m going to climb into bed with visions of a restaurant ravishing in my head…I wonder if there is a cook in this town who could do his job with my hand cupping his balls, fingers digging in gently but firmly as I whisper what I’m going to do to him (or him to me) once he’s finished…Damn that’s hot…
Because I MUST BE DREAMING!!! Shall I tell you how the six month anniversary of my very first day at Bay City Blues phone sex is going? I awoke to the sound of my Chicago writing teacher calling me all those deliciously dirty names he knows drive me wild, and EXPLODED with him in a literally breathtaking orgasm…This after the luxury of playing and chatting with him for a WHOLE HOUR just a few nights before…THANK YOU, Lover…It was the perfect way to start my day…That was followed by a positively sizzling TWO GIRL CALL with my Wicked Little Erin and an insatiable stud with a NINE INCH COCK…Damn, you should HEAR what she sounds like when she’s taking it balls deep…Then I got to tease and torture my darling slut Christina, who I made sign up for an Amazon wishlist…If any of you guys want to buy some panties or a vibrator for me to use on her, check out Christina Mark’s wishlist! Hehehe! Plus, when I went to get my mail, I found TWO books from my uncomparable Colorado genius…A Chapbook For Burnt-Out Priests, Rabbis, and Ministers (a compilation of poetry, verse, and musings collected by Ray Bradbury) and the Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam…Who else but you would send me that? *SMILE* You honor me with your generosity and insight…So then I went out for dinner with my roomie…Sushi! Sea bass, spicy tuna, salmon, tempura shrimp…So fucking good…Had a bit of sake too…*wink*…And now I’m home, feeling frisky…Come join me?
Oh guess what?!? I was asked to be an auditor (judge) at the second-year auditions for the program I just graduated from! I am really excited to be a part of the process- seems like just yesterday I was a nervous first year crossing my fingers and hoping against hope to make it in…Lol! Also have an audition tomorrow for a play being directed by one of my former instructors. He called me today and asked me to come read for him, so that’s a good sign…It means he is already thinking of me in a role…Or at least I hope he is…
What else? Oh yes…Have to send a few more shoutouts…Had a mesmerizing HYPNO CALL with a BRAND NEW CALLER who I rendered powerless to resist my seductions- hope I get to do that to you again soon, sweetie…*wink*…Got eaten out by a sexy southern man who came deep in my throat- thanks for the TEN MINUTE TIP, doll! Played dirty with Sensual Katrina and mud-wrestled her for a perverted coach…I’ll get you next time, you naughty sex goddess- payback’s a bitch! Lol! Got kidnapped and raped by a masked marauder…You can ravage me anytime! Hehehe! Kisses to my HYPNO SLAVE for the TWO WHOLE HOURS of devotion…You just can’t resist me, can you?
And really…Why should you resist me? Don’t you deserve to experience the heights of ecstasy? Mmmm…I think you do…*wink*
***Originally posted at LiveJournal.com under the name Donna Dione Hill***
I don’t know why, but I am on a total cooking kick lately…If food is an art form, I’ve been working in the medium of soup. Spring is starting to make her appearance in Oregon, but the nights are still chilly, and I’ve taken to fixing a big pot of soup once or twice a week. Right now it’s a recipe of my own divising….
2 chicken breasts on the bone
6 cans chicken broth
4 chicken bouillon cubes
1 cup each of fresh chopped onion, celery, mushrooms, cabbage, cauliflower
1 cup crushed canned tomatoes
1 cup cream or milk
2 bay leaves
basil, parsley, coriander, oregano, pepper and salt to taste
Heat chicken broth and bouillon cubes to boil over medium heat. Add chicken, fresh vegetables, and bay leaves. When chicken is no longer pink (about 10 minutes), reduce heat to low. Remove chicken from broth, skin, de-fat, de-bone, and shred. Add shredded chicken back to soup, along with tomatoes and cream. Add any combination of spices and simmer on low for 15 minutes…IT’S SO GOOD!!! Certain foods are really comforting, don’t you think? Soup has got to be in the top three…
Yesterday’s rehearsal was SPOT ON! Have this great rapport with CG, who plays my love interest- really good energy and reciprocity. Makes our scenes together CRACKLE! We’re not working with the director today, but we are going to work our Act II scenes, including the one where he strangles our baby onstage in front of me. Umm…Yeah…Did I mention this is a HARSH play? As I’ve said before, we are not going to let the audience off easy…But they won’t be able to disassociate from us, the characters, because we’re going to show them just how HUMAN, how like them we are…
Ooooh! *WHISTLE ALERT* Got such a nice *WHISTLE* from my sweet baby boy! He just loves his mommy so much…And I think he has his first crush- on Auntie Sandy’s little girl, Austin. We went over there for a play date and had sooo much fun making cookies! Later, we went to the mall with Auntie Sandy and my BabyJ’s new little pals…He was such a well-behaved little man that he got to pick out a brand new tricycle, a stuffed panda bear, and a toy train that goes on a track around a castle…Also, got a short but sweet *WHISTLE* from “Japanese” Charlie…THANK YOU! I really enjoyed our chat and look forward to actually speaking with you…And yes…I’ll be a good girl…*wink*…I’ll be a very good girl…
Mmmm…Another HOT CALL with J, who choked the fuck out of me…Or fucked the choke out of me, as it were…*hot and bothered smile*…PLUS…My distinguished gentleman took his time again and made fantastic, lingering love to my entire body…I got to introduce him to the pleasures of anal sex- what an honor to be his first! And finally…Oh GOD, E…Or should I say…Daddy…*remembering, groaning, moaning*…That was UNBELIEVABLY HOT…I love the way you get into our roleplays so deep and still remember just what gets me hot…
Also, I want to set the record straight once and for all, and tell my wonderful guys…I am truly enjoying chatting and getting to know you better. I really feel adored and appreciated, and I hope you know how much I love getting those IMs or seeing you in chat. Please know that you are NEVER a bother to me EVER…On the contrary, your presence in my day makes me SO HAPPY I CAN HARDLY STAND IT!!! Kisses to all of you…
Your Phone Sex Darling,
P.S. YAY! I scored! Evil Bastard 109, Donna 3!!! He’s going to Atlantic City soon and had better win big so he can buy me a nice present…LOL…(I know, EB, I know…I’ll pay for that…)