Posts Tagged ‘Indian Food’

 May  is my favorite month.   I 'm a  Taurus  and proud of it.   I'm so Taurus- five planets in Taurus.  To many, that  might mean I'm stubborn.  I like to think of myself as cautious or slow to change.  I can and do change.   Recently, I have  had a major change of heart about Indian food.  I had some unpleasant Indian food experiences when I was  young and decided I did not like the spices.  Well in the last 3 months, I have done a one eighty and now I  am loving Indian food.  I mentioned Chana Masala ( Chickpea stew) in my  last entry.  Tonight I   finally made a fantastic mango lassi ( yogurt drink)   after three attempts .  Mango lassi  is a nice love drink.  Made with  fresh mango & cardamon, I added a dash of Vanilla extract.  I  also used the plain lassi   (base drink)  from Trader Joes.  Add some sugar and blend  for  30 seconds.   My next  step is going to making homemade chutneys.  After years- no make that decades of fearing the idea of gardening, have finally started  a tiny herb garden.   I 'm always buying basil and it is  time for me to grow my own.  

 

After seeing the  Korean film POETRY last month ( twice), I started thinking about  writing poetry again.   A week later I saw a notice at one of the libraries in my area for a poetry slam.  In my personal life, I'm dealing with a few people  with whom I'm having serious communication problems.  I  guess I could write yet another letter to the Universe and offer it up as a prayer.   Since my art  comes from my life and personal experiences, I decided  that  I was going to write poems  instead.  I also wrote  a poem about  my  relationship with sugar ( a very dysfunctional one).   The event was video taped and is on the internet so there is no  point in me hiding  what I wrote.   My purpose for attending and participating in the poetry  slam was to speak my truth  out loud  and  release the  pent- up feelings  that have festered  because I cannot communicate with certain people.  I look  at the poetry reading as public purging of  my personal demons.   This is my personal journey with  Pluto at the moment.  It is all about communication; writing and speaking my truth as a way to step into  the light from the darkness.  More therapy- awesome! The healing journey continues.  Therapy and I get fame too.  Definitely a win-win situation ( ha,ha).

 

It is obvious  that I love films ( movies).   I like to think it may be for this  secret I 'm about to reveal ( although  I don't think there really is a correlation) .   My paternal grandmother ( whom I named  after and died of breast cancer two years before I was born), had someone who was madly in love with her and wanted to marry her.  The person was Louis B. Mayer ( before he  moved out to California).  My grandmother didn't marry him  but married my grandfather instead.  My grandfather was a French and Spanish teacher at Dewitt Clinton High School in the Bronx.  When he passed away in 1974 from a brain tumor, they dedicated a wing of the  school in his name.  I  interacted with my grandfather a few times when I was young. In my opinion, he resembled Louis B. Mayer.  Interesting.   Speaking of  the film industry, I  loved the HBO documentary HIS WAY  about legendary film producer Jerry Weintraub.   The best part of the documentary was the shocking twist  about his love life.  Mr. Weintraub is a great salesman  but his greatest score is definitely his love life.    He may be the envy of most men in America.  After seeing the documentary I ran to  google Mr. Weintraub and find out his  astrological sign.   He's a  Libra so  he is naturally very charming and graceful.  Libra, an air sign  have the gift of gab.  

 

 

 For the following original poems by me  here is an Artistic Disclaimer from me, Katie Pfeiffer :

Any  resemblance, likeness or similarity to any real or living person or persons is purely coincidental

 

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GROUNDHOG DAY 

 

Groundhog day

At the post office 

Cupid is in the air

Unseen 

I feel him

Cinnamon infused

Body,breath & hair

Yet something’s amiss

Squirrels dance in my tummy

 I walk out,

Crash into you

My head

Your chest

Here you are

The Karma King

Reawakened

King of Cups & Hearts

Cancer man

Broad shoulders

Brown eyes

Hold my hand

Not a handshake

An electric shock

Pulsates 

Thru my body

Angels,flowers and hearts

Swirl around your head

Confused

I unintentionally

Spit on you

Groundhog Day

Just like the movie

Obviously our karma

Isn’t finished

Round & round we go

What’s the lesson?

Still don’t know.

 

 

——Katie Pfeiffer 

       4/21/2011

 

Copyright 2011 Katie Pfeiffer All Rights Reserved

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SUGAR

 

Sugar you are not my friend

You tease and taunt me

Seduce my tastebuds

You promise me energy

But I always end up crashing

Fill me with dreams 

But I’m left with empty calories

and body fat

Sugar I love you 

Why are you so cruel?

You mess with mind

Appear in many guises

Pastel colors & pretty packages

You lie still

Wait for me

You know I’m weak

Especially during that

time of the month

You know I crave you

You’ve got the power

Chocolate crunchy

Creamy smooth

You are everywhere

but you are nothing

I’m addicted to you

Sugar, you Devil

Why can’t you just 

leave me in peace?

I’ve tried so many times

to end our relationship

but I keep coming back

 

———Katie Pfeiffer

            April 20, 2011

Copyright 2011 Katie Pfeiffer All Rights Reserved

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Saturday  four o'clock showing  of  the Korean  film POETRY at the Bryn Mawr Film Institute on March  26, 2011  was no ordinary screening to me . By the time the ending credits rolled, I was literally on the floor sobbing the  big ugly cry. What was even more tragic than my tears, was the  absence of emotion from the little old white haired Mainline  ladies  slowly walking up the aisle giving me a passing glance of  mild disgust.  as they teetered past my seat.   Maybe  they   didn't understood  the  film. I know for a fact the director of the theater didn't. She introduced the film and said that the director ( Lee Chang -Dong) " enjoyed luxuriating in the mysteries of the film". She then corrected that sentence with the statement ,"luxuriate isn't the right word".  POETRY isn't  about a mystery or mysteries. There was nothing vague or ambiguous about the story.  The film is about  mysteries being revealed in a  major way to the main character- an elderly woman named  Mrs. Yang (   played brilliantly by Yoon Jeong-hee).   Mrs. Yang  has a just one goal- to enroll in a poetry class and learn how to write a poem.   Yet  if I had to assign an astrological planet to represent  this film it would have to be  Pluto .   I know  the idea of writing poetry is very Venuian ( Venus- the planet of love and beauty ) .  I mean  that's probably what you are thinking.  Yet  the foundation of   Mrs. Yang 's  seemingly stable world  is on the verge of collapse; a sure sign of Pluto's presence.   Pluto  is the planet  that rules deep and hidden issues.  When  the reality of these  issues   ( or secrets) comes to the surface either intentionally or unintentionally, the results are explosive and chaotic.  Change  arrives.  All that was is now swept away in the rage of  this planet's destruction.  Destruction  then clears the debris .  The slate is wiped clean.    Mrs. Yang's goal  to  write just one poem opens up a Pandora's box which  cannot be closed. I went back and  watched the film again a few days later.  Unfortunately, the film has  already   disappeared from the theater  ( it was there for only a week) .  Lee Chang-Dong  wrote and directed  POETRY . I consider this film to be a masterpiece.  I know it has recently won  awards at  a few film festivals around the world.   I'm not certain of  its timing to be considered for next years Academy Awards.   It  deserves  to  win  best foreign Film.  If it were up to me I would give it  an  Oscar  for best film -period.   I  wept as much   seeing it the second time as the first.  Days later, the film stayed in my psyche.  It unleashed  feelings within me that have been buried.  Instead of pushing away my sadness, I allowed myself to be.   POETRY  has become a catalyst for me in many ways, the ripples of which are just starting to emerge.   I wasn't surprised to find out Lee Chang-Dong was born on  July 4, 1954 (  astrological sign: Cancer).  Cancers are one of the most emotionally  sensitive signs of the zodiac.   Thank you Lee Chang-Dong for changing my world!  

 

And speaking of  change,  after  almost  forty years of having an aversion to Indian  food, I recently gave it another chance and now  I'm  a changed woman.  Blame my five planets in Taurus ( read: stubborn- o.k. very stubborn) for  my slow response to  change.  Oh sure over the years I have eaten curry rice and curry chicken but  no one could convince me to set foot in an Indian restaurant (  until recently).  Despite my long standing rejection of Indian cuisine, I  have always  been attracted  to  Indian culture.  I enjoy exploring  Little India in NYC.  I was   giddy with joy when I discovered  A light  up Lakshmi ( Laxmi) Goddess Altar  that plays twenty  Bahjans ( devotional chants) to the Goddess of Love and money in an Indian Bazaar as well as a wall full of  exotically scented Indian soaps- Cinnamon, musk and clove for a  dollar each.  I enjoy watching Indian films (  and I'm  slightly  embarassed to admit I love Bollywood musicals).  Indian textiles, clothing and colors catapult me into a creative frenzy.  And I love tooling around in my car chanting ( off key) to  George Harrison's Goddess chants; Govinda Jaya Jaya.     I'm obsessively  addicted  now to Chana Masala (  chickpea stew).  It is vegetarian, inexpensive, healthy, tasty and  I think it may be helping  to dissipate  my perimenopausal hot flashes.  I found a recipe online but have modified it by  introducing a can of vegetable broth.   I also recommend eating  Chana masala  like a chutney; thickly spread  over a  flour tortiilla  topped with a fried egg.  Heaven ! I'm telling you it is so good.

In addition to Chana  masala,  I'm   addicted to  two Indian food products.  I can't  tell you where I'm buying MAYA KAIMAL SPICY KETCHUP locally because I promised to keep it a secret  to the person who   turned me on to it ( it is available online).     I can only eat this ketchup  now;   regular ketchup tastes like crap to me now .  It is excellent on eggs and  french fries and  it is perfect on TRADER JOES VEGETABLE MASALA BURGERS ( in the frozen food  section at Trader Joes).  scrambled eggs with  the  vegetable masala burgers topped with spicy ketchup= perfect.

 

Now back to mysteries or rather one  mystery in my life which has been solved.  Ed Basner, the  artist of the  small zen rock sculptures ( as I labelled  them), contacted me last July.   I did my best to solve the mystery myself.  I encountered  four  different people who gave me four different accounts of the mysterious creator.   Ed has his own blog and lots of photos of his  sculptures.   I have  put the address on  my blog roll.  Check it out.   He  is populating the Mainline with his sculptures.  I'm sure  everyone living on the mainline has now seen  a few of his babies.    Whenever I see  another sculpture  of  his crop up in a new  location,  it immediately makes me smile.  Thank you Ed! 

 

Last Saturday ( April 2, 2011), I was lucky enough to see the  musical BAT BOY  at Villanova University Theater.  The play was FANTASTIC and the cast and crew  did an incredible  job.     It was also outrageously  funny.  I couldn't stop laughing.  Michael Kane Libonati 's portrayal of  Edgar  (Bat Boy) was phenomenal.  His singing and acting blew me away.   I was inspired to create a  couple of paintings. from the musical    I have seen several  theatrical productions at Villanova.  BAT BOY  was by far the best and most satisfying  play/musical I have seen.    The paintings small – 7 x 10 inches.  Mixed media- pen and ink on 140 lb. cold press watercolor paper.

 

Writing continues to be a challenge  for me.  I have so much to say but  writing  so much of the time feels  like swimming through peanut butter ( extra chunky), congealed  from hanging  out in the fridge.    Oh well.  

 

Hope you all are enjoying  the cusp of spring.  I'm excited about seeing the cherry blossoms bloom.

 

Love,

 

 

Katie

 

 

Bat Boy paintings