Recipes 4 Survival

What better way to finally bite the bullet and start web logging then from my sick bed and sharing what I’ve done to recover?

But first some background; I began producing Recipe$ 4 $urvival, Utilitarian Cooking and Much More… Prompted by my retaliating nature to the exploding popularity of theFood Network and the burgeoning of chefs who cooked w/ingredients few had heard of, never mind afford. The episode that outraged me so was an episode that had the celebrity chef making forced meat, stuffing that into a skinned pheasant and cooking that in port wine for over three hours.

Recipe$ 4 $urvival maintained an unprecedented prime time schedule on the public access, Manhattan Neighbor Network for over two years catapulting me into cult classic fame and stature.

So here I be, umpteen years later, being told daily -”D, you of all people have got to have blog”. I should, inspired by Natalie Goldberg’s Writing Down the Bones, I wrote constantly the first year of R4$, documenting my ‘Recipes 4 Survival, simple recipes for life and living in addition to SpecialD* dishes.

Writing & cooking got me to pull back the curtains and get off my futon BUT, “I CAN’T STAND THE WORD ‘BLOGGING’ and how navel gazing it’s all become. Friends persisted. Please find my first web log:

Star date 050909.

Thursday I had a lovely lunch of frisse and fried artichoke salad topped with shaved parmesan, and an individual brick oven pizza Margherita with the woman I work with, herein after referred to as H. An hour and a half later while writing up a punch list of needs for a condo sublet, I turned to H and said, “Man, I’m not feeling so great.” I finished the punch list, we closed up shop around 5:30P. I walked east with her, made it hOMe to find an invite for the Housing Works benefit… I was going nowhere. The weather has been just horrible, not so horrible, more like bleak with an unprecedented amount of rain. I paid bills and made a fava bean, sunchoke, olive oil and lemon – salad/dish. Friday is my day to do all I have to do…

Feeling sluggish I did not go to yoga. It was noon when I confirmed where my important meeting of the day would be. It was 1PM when I threw myself out the door en route to do my W. 47th St. shuffle. More about this project later.

My meeting with a marketing expert in fashion and the web was at the Coffee Shop in Union Square. I knew there was something wrong with me when I couldn’t believe people were smiling and eating and I couldn’t think of eating any thing except maybe a lemonade.

Beth Israel amulatory loomed across the street as my cough became more persistant, fever was raising and my energy dropping. After a quickie consult w/a nurse practitioner I was off to DOCs on W. 23rd.

Diagnosed with strep throat and NOT swine flu I filled my RX and couldn’t get hOMe fast enough. Fortunately my apt was neat. Always a nice thing and a big ingredient in living “Recipes 4 Survival”. It was nearly midnight when I woke with a splitting headache and growling stomach. A banana is about all I could imagine getting down. I threw on a beach cover up/mumu kinda long tunic thing and topsiders and wobbled to the N. Korean, mother load of a grocery store at the top of the street.

Here’s what I’m surviving on: Apple bananas – those mini ones. Because I’m feeling sorry for myself I splurged on already cut up pineapple and something called cool-cups – sorta like a jello but no geletin. Anyway, the black cherry looked good to me. ENOUGH. Let’s see if I can post this now.