Maria the Wise

I Want Cake

I am craving for cake right now. But instead of going out to buy hip enhancement I will stare at mouthwatering pictures. Join in on the fun:

Entry Filed under: Food

Add comment | November 4th, 2009

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Chicken Tikka Masala

Ingredients

1 cup yogurt
1 tablespoon lemon juice
2 teaspoons ground cumin
1 teaspoon ground cinnamon
2 teaspoons cayenne pepper
2 teaspoons freshly ground black pepper
1 tablespoon minced fresh ginger
4 teaspoons salt, or to taste
3 boneless skinless chicken breasts, cut into bite-size pieces
4 long skewers
1 tablespoon butter
1 clove garlic, minced
1 jalapeno pepper, finely chopped
2 teaspoons ground cumin
2 teaspoons paprika
3 teaspoons salt, or to taste
1 (8 ounce) can tomato sauce
1 cup heavy cream
1/4 cup chopped fresh cilantro

Directions

In a large bowl, combine yogurt, lemon juice, 2 teaspoons cumin, cinnamon, cayenne, black pepper, ginger, and 4 teaspoons salt. Stir in chicken, cover, and refrigerate for 1 hour.

Preheat a grill for high heat.

Lightly oil the grill grate. Thread chicken onto skewers, and discard marinade. Grill until juices run clear, about 5 minutes on each side.

Melt butter in a large heavy skillet over medium heat. Saute garlic and jalapeno for 1 minute. Season with 2 teaspoons cumin, paprika, and 3 teaspoons salt. Stir in tomato sauce and cream. Simmer on low heat until sauce thickens, about 20 minutes. Add grilled chicken, and simmer for 10 minutes. Transfer to a serving platter, and garnish with fresh cilantro.

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Add comment | November 4th, 2009

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“Fisherman’s Woman” by Emiliana Torrini

I just remembered this song. There is something so sincere and forceful about it that every time I hear it it’s like getting a bitch-slap from truth. And the video (that I just now saw for the first time) adds to the feeling that emerges with this song.

Longing. Yes, that’s it. Passionate longing.

And brokenness.

I’m pretending to be a good fisherman’s woman
Just like Anna Ingunn’s mom
The gladiator of all fisherman’s wives
Makes it a lot easier thinking of you
On the sea where you have to be a month at a time
Working hard in the day
Your hands cracking from the cold and the salt
In the night when you go to bed
You try to sleep by listening to the boat breathing
The boat breathing
And the only thing
The only thing you can think of is me
Waiting for you by the window
With the brightest red lipstick on my lips
Just like Anna waits for her man
How will I learn
I’ll wait

Entry Filed under: Music

Add comment | November 4th, 2009

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IMDb.com Account Activation

Got the email instructing me to complete my registration.

Clicked the link to activate my account.

And this was the CAPTCHA I was presented with:

I know I got my daily dose of WTF.

Entry Filed under: Personal,TV/Film

Add comment | November 3rd, 2009

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Frou Frou – The Dumbing Down of Love

“Music is worthless unless it can

make a complete stranger

break down and cry”

Entry Filed under: Music

Add comment | October 29th, 2009

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Doodle

No matter how enthusiastic I am about some class, sooner or later I am going to sit there, not listening to the lecturer but drawing on my notes. My favorite thing to doodle/draw with is a pen. A blue pen. I have gotten so used to it that when I drew in pencil this summer, I did not know what to do with it. Erasing? What is that?

I doodle chicks. Hot chicks, weird chicks, chick parts, boobs (I am a fan), too skinny chicks, psycho chicks. I usually don’t bother drawing the hands and feet (which has caused me to forget HOW to draw them, oops) and so I draw amputees. Which comes out kind of kinky.

This semester’s best doodle classes: ethics, psychology and the history of the English language.

Entry Filed under: Art,Personal

Add comment | October 21st, 2009

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I Want This Dress!

I really do. I found it on someone’s blog, but I cannot recall whose. I have no idea whose dress it is, but it is SO really truly absolutely perfect, that I get all tingly looking at it. The last few days I have done nothing but think about how I could make one of these of my own. Even at the opera last night with PB I thought about it, missing some of the points of Cosi fan Tutte. I don’t usually like this sort of beading, but on this dress it is just so perfect. This dress is the most sensual thing I have seen in a LONG time.

Entry Filed under: Apparel

Add comment | October 18th, 2009

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Crappy Transformers 2

Cars, bikes and tractors turning into robots that speak with the Movie Guy voice, dogs humping each other, sexy girl who knows mechanics and looks like a Playboy model, the mom who is high and sends her husband to all sorts of warm and dark places while the dogs are humping each other… it was too much. I did not finish watching it. I’m sorry. Too much. Of crap.

Entry Filed under: TV/Film

Add comment | October 18th, 2009

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Lene Marlin – Unforgivable Sinner

After all these years, I still love this song.

Kinda lose your sense of time
‘Cause the days don’t matter no more
All the feelings that you hide
Gonna tear you up inside
You hope she knows you tried
Follows you around all day
And you wake up soaking wet
‘Cause between this world and eternity
There is a face you hope to see

***
You know where you’ve sent her
You sure know where you are
You’re trying to ease off
But you know you won’t get far
And now she’s up there
Sings like an angel
But you can’t hear those words
And now she’s up there
Sings like an angel
Unforgivable Sinner

You’ve been walking around in tears
No answers are there to get
You won’t ever be the same
Someone cries and you’re to blame
Struggling with a fight inside
Sorrow you’ll defeat
The picture you see it won’t disappear
Not unpleasant dreams or her voice you hear

***

Maybe one time lost
But now you’re found
Stand right up before
You hit the ground
Maybe one time lost
But now you’re found
Stand right up before
You hit the ground – hit the ground

***

Entry Filed under: Music

Add comment | October 14th, 2009

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Road trips with Eva

The cold autumn weather, with menace falling from the sky and other things not nice, really sets the mood on crappy-level. However, there is a cure. Well… for me, at least.

And that would be late-night mini road trips with Eva.

Our road trips started with us getting licenses. Eva had her mom’s car and everything was settled. At first, these trips were what we called ‘field parties’. We (usually 4 people) would drive on some muddy road leading god knows where at nighttime, find ourselves a nice field, stop and dance to good music. We were all alternative artsy people with our “different” music preferences when we started out. These trips really got us all out of our artsy comfort zones and into the whole ‘love for the beat’ thing.

It was no ordinary disco-dancing that took place on those fields. This was Animal Planet. We were the embodiment of natural ecstasy, oblivious to everything but our inner animal. Man, it was fun.

Now it has quieted down. The road trip is a trip on another level. It’s not about wildness but mellowing out.

A few nights ago Eva and I hit the road again. We drove this way, that way, back again – anywhere we damn well pleased and nowhere in particular. It’s so relaxing. No conversation is actually needed, music plays its own part. After 5 hours of driving nowhere, in complete darkness, on remote roads, with music providing a state of Nirvana… it’s all good. It’s like having eaten a bowl of happy-stew.

Just imagine this