My alma mater is putting one together and they’ve asked that I submit a few recipes! Why, they must be desperate! Faculty wrote:
“So I know that you spend hours worrying and fretting that unless you are able to make it back for opening night ART shows that you may never again get to taste the wonderful tortellini salad, meatballs, spinach dip and baked ziti that we enjoy four times a year or so. WORRY NOT! The Conservatory Cookbook is about to be born! And we need your help! Send your favorite recipes for inclusion in the book! You know the cold days are upon us with darkness falling at like 5 PM – so cozy up on the couch and turn on the TV – fire up the lap top and shoot me some recipes!
Recipe Format: Feel free to include an introductory paragraph about your recipe – its origin, history, fun factoids that folks will enjoy knowing! And of course do your best on measurements and oven temps/cooking times! Also, your name, conservatory grad date(s).”
This is getting complicated. I have no idea what my measurements are these days.
“Here are our chapters – see where you fit in and send your favorites when you can – we want to go to press at the end of the summer.”
Hold up! Did she say “at the end of summer?”
You know, the person who told me if I were a Superhero I’d be Slacker Woman might be right. It’s not what I can do now, it’s what I might do later!!!
“Cookbook Title: Heavy Meals, Late at Night (A quote from the musical Ruthless! – “A life in the theatre means a life where one is doomed to heavy meals late at night.”) You all get it…:)”
Um, no…stupid!!! Heavy Meals, Late At Night? How gay! Talk about a recipe for disaster, because nobody wants to hire fat actors! Oh wait – this is theatre. Never mind. But may I suggest a title a little more humble and perhaps a touch trite? Hows about -
“The Starving Actor!”
It conjures up images of thin!
“Chapter One: Green Room Snacks – Sweets (desserts/sweet snacks etc.)
Chapter Two: Green Room Snacks – Savories (munchies, hors d’ouvres/ finger foods etc.)
Chapter Three: The Opening Night Party (Party Buffet items…we already have Pete’s mom’s ziti recipe and more!)
Chapter Four: The Well Stocked Opening Night Bar (Drink recipes)
Chapter Five: The Pre-Sunday Matinee Brunch (breakfast/brunch recipes)
Chapter Six: The Monday Night Off – Dinner at a Reasonable Hour (dinner recipes entrees/casseroles/stews/soups and sides)
Chapter Seven: The Strike Lunch (lunchy things/sammies/light meal recipes)”
The Strike Lunch? What is The Strike Lunch? You mean as in – those people who are holding up signs behind a picket line? They need to eat? Can they afford to eat? (Refer back to – “The Starving Actor”).
[Sorry, Max]
By the way, what’s a sammie? Is that a person, place, or thing?
Now, I may be a little awkward in the kitchen but I’ve not lost my knack for marketing and I’ve got a few tricks up my sleeve. I’m going to casually suggest that our headshots be displayed right next to our recipes. Is that slick or what?
While you think on that I’m going to assemble some food!
Admittedly, I don’t have any original recipes – well, maybe this one little stir fry dish my nephew loves (and he recommends I get it in print but I prefer keeping it as our little ancient Chinese secret), so because of my lack of culinary prowess, I’ve decided the real trick is converting all of my boring bodybuilding fare into a sublime and mainstream equivalent.
Example:
BOILED EGGS AND SALT AND PEPPER
Conversion?
DEVILED EGGS.
But it’s got that have that certain je ne sais quoi that you just can’t place your finger on. Aha! Got it! I bet mayo mixed with wasabi would be totally original! Unassumingly kicky too! And who the hell would ever think of mixing the two?
[Unless you're a crazy half Asian on a Thursday night drinking X-rated vodka].
Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god! This could be my ascent into the world of fusion cuisine! A legend is born! The green room will never be the same! Oh, how brilliant – wasabi? Green room? Score!
Fun factoid: It doesn’t give me the runs.
Next:
RICE CEREAL
Conversion? It’s a no-brainer!
“RICE KRISPY TREATS!”
Now, what’s so original about Rice Krispy Treats, you probably want to know? Why, absolutely nothing. Which is exactly why I can rip the recipe right off the cereal box.
Fun factoid: It doesn’t give me the runs.
Ok, we’ve got to start getting a little more complex here.
Next:
MEAT SAUCE SANS SPAGHETTI
Heat up a tablespoon of olive oil. Brown 1 lb of ground turkey. Add one jar of spaghetti sauce. Eat out of pan which means one less dish to wash! (Red pepper flakes optional, not recommended on opening night).
Wait, wait, wait – you’ve got to share, right? Ok – bring paper plates – but don’t let that deter you from eating out of the pan.
Fun factoid: Three’s a charm but not in this case. Hang out near bathroom.
Next:
It’s time I come up with a cocktail and here is where I’m really gonna shine. Some nights ago, while hammered to high heaven, I’ve decided that I need to make my own absinthe and serve it up as a martini. Only problem is, I couldn’t figure out exactly what to shake it up with. Now, it might not be a good idea to use my fellow actors as guinea pigs but people don’t actually cook their meals from cookbooks, do they?
Hey, isn’t absinthe green, too? Oh Lord, I sense another winner……Deuce!
Fun factoid: Well, honestly, I’m just not sure yet.
It might not have the substance but it’s got the style! “The Jim Jones?” “The Medea?” “The Meatwad?” anyone?









January 4, 2008 at 6:18 pm |
Hey! Strike lunch indeed. Jeez.
January 4, 2008 at 8:57 pm |
Is it just plain wrong to have a nice cabernet with rice krispy treats? If so, how about with deviled eggs?
Sigh….I never know what is appropriate….
January 5, 2008 at 1:15 am |
I love Nigella.
January 5, 2008 at 11:49 am |
yark! i like the strike lunch idea. not as much as the MEAT SAUCE SANS SPAGHETTI (which i like since i eat standing up all of the; being single does that to you).
As for the absinthe…… i like.
Got wormwood?
January 5, 2008 at 7:00 pm |
I love Nigella too, but you may have one-upped her with the Wasabi Deviled Eggs. That sounds great.
January 5, 2008 at 8:11 pm |
I’d like to give her the ketchup bottle treatment
January 5, 2008 at 10:36 pm |
I would like to treat her like that ice cream.
January 6, 2008 at 12:06 am |
Jesus Christ! The name that launched a thousand pervs!
January 6, 2008 at 1:11 am |
I wonder if I can google her naked.
January 6, 2008 at 1:17 am |
[I am really glad I do not know what you are all talking about right?]
January 6, 2008 at 2:11 am |
Ketchup bottle treatment;
Turn em over and smack em on the bottom
January 6, 2008 at 2:17 am |
Its funny how all you mainlanders get all lit up about Wasabi. We gat Wasabi comin out our asses here. Wasabi chips, peanuts, pistachios, Nori (seaweed), poki , barbque sauce, musubis. Fish baked and stuffed with a wasabi pesto
January 6, 2008 at 3:17 am |
I thought the only purpose of wasabi was entertainment at sushi restaurants watching neophytes mistake it for avacado.
January 6, 2008 at 10:03 am |
Thats funny,
We had sashimi for new years and I always put a small shot of it in the shoyu dishs.
My 12 year old didnt mix it in. I told him he’d better mix it in or hes gonna be hating life.
He put a big chunk on his fish and fucking turned purple.
He’ll be 13 in a week, thinks he knows it all.
he he
January 7, 2008 at 11:33 am |
And just as entertaining, Max, is dining out with a girl of petite stature and watching her wolf down her whole dish while you can barely finish yours…
“Fish baked and stuffed with a wasabi pesto.”
Can I tell you how delicious that sounds?
Micky, I tried to play a wasabi trick on someone…he swore he had never had it so I lied and said you’re supposed to take a big chunk and put it on your tongue and swallow it…you know, to cleanse your palate before you eat the sushi rolls. He believed me and he either has a tongue made for hellfire or that was the world’s weakest wasabi…he didn’t wince, choke, or turn purple.
Looks like I’m the one who got played…
May 19, 2009 at 8:16 am |
I wonder what became of this cookbook? I shall email.