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SciFriday: Delicious RIB-ulations of a Zombie rising

You will be moaning by the end of this post. I don’t know if it will be out of agony at some bad punning or hunger but it’s gonna happen. I’m also doing my best to be as spoiler free as possible because I want you to go out, read these books and get the same “OH MY GOD” experiences I did. Especially at the end of the second book. Most terrifying, zombie infecting vector ever imagined. I will have nightmares for years….

Deadline: Part 2 of the Newsflesh Trilogy written by Mira Grant (aka Seanan McGuire) is the third book in my Hugo Award challenge. It’s also a fucking amazing, not-so-typical telling of your typical Zombie Apocolypse. I went into this moaning that as a sequel, I actually had two books to read. The first in the series being called “Feed” and I thought oh what a corny title for a zombie novel. I was quite pleased to discover that the title was far cleverer than I originally estimated. How is that? These stories follow the trials and tribulations of a brother-sister team of bloggers in a world where society managed not to crumble despite the constant threat from swarms of the undead. Feed is actually a clever reference to RSS in a world where blogged news media is as essential to life as any food stuffs.

It didn’t take long for me to get hooked.

Since the nominee is a sequel I feel like I should review the series as it stands up until that installment for my review. I have in fact read all three books because Deadline ends with the most insane cliffhanger.  I’m going to avoid bringing the conclusion, and any feelings it may have stirred, into this review.  Well I’m going to try, anyway here it goes the good. the bad, the moan-y.

The Newsflesh world is one where zombies are extremely dangerous but haven’t plunged the society back into the dark ages. We still have a functioning government, infrastructure, electricity and above all else, the internet. Humankind is down but it’s not out and people live what amounts to relatively normal lives. Our main characters are Georgia and Shaun Mason, adopted siblings who spend their days chasing zombies around the California coastline for their blog site. Shaun is an “Irwin” a job title that involves poking dead things with sticks and seeing what happens. Georgia, who prefers the more masculine, George, is a “Newsie” who spends most of her time reporting on factual events, telling the hard truth and the rest of the time reigning in her brother. They work closely with a third character who names herself Buffy (yes after the show, be still my heart) because she’s a 90 pound, blonde cheerleader type but with enough technical genius to architect her own Matrix. The three begin “Feed’ embarking on the news story of a lifetime as they follow a political candidate around the country on his campaign trail, live blogging and fighting zombies along the way. What unfolds over the course of the trilogy is a web of government conspiracy, squishy zombie action and more geeky in-jokes to squee about than you could imagine.

“This is Shaun Mason activating security protocol Campbell. The bridge is out, the trees are coming, and I’m pretty sure my hand is evil. Now gimme some sugar, baby.”

Mahir looked at me with undisguised confusion. “What the fuck was all that about?”

“Single-use phone. I wanted to make sure I wouldn’t activate it by mistake.” – Deadline

In fact Mira has recently released a novella set in the Newsflesh universe set during the beginning of the zombie uprising smack dab in the middle of Comic Con. The title of this particular work just happens to be: “The Last Stand of the California Browncoats Yeah you can bet your jayne hat that’s on my shortlist of things to read next.

Another big part of what makes these stories so great is the heavy emphasis on bloggers. Newsflesh really captures the essence of the phrase “You can’t stop the signal” and it gives your typical zombie story a completely new flavor and direction.  We don’t often get a world where people can still stream funny cat videos while avoiding having their flesh torn to pieces.  In fact the only reason the human race survived the initial uprising was because a lone doctor took to his daughter’s blog to release knowledge of the zombie virus (in this world a hybrid between a cure for cancer and the common cold) to the general populace. As such each chapter is punctuated by a blog entry from one of the characters in the story. Sometimes it’s an unpublished diary entry, a news post from a “Newsie”, retelling from an “Irwin” about wrestling a zombie bear, or a poem from the third branch of any blog crew known as the “Fictionals”. These little tidbits add to the story by keeping the blogging concept present even as the chapters are more action driven.

Mira’s insight into the state of California enriches the verse as well. I particularly loved and jotted down a note about this line: California is essentially a bunch of smaller states held together by political connections, water rights and the stubborn refusal of any segment to cede the cash-cow name “California” to any of the others. — Feed

California natives or long term residents will find her depictions of Oakland, Santa Cruz and Sacramento spot on and hilarious. Once again I found that like “Embassytown” and “Among Others”, this Hugo Award nominee holds quite a bit of “oh my god, it’s like it was written just for me” elements to it. I’m starting to feel a little paranoid about the nomination committee actually….

Speaking of paranoia let’s get back to the government conspiracy aspect. Give me a good scifi story where people in power are abusing it and I’m there.  I’m not going to spoil much but can I just say this: I have never thought of using zombies as a terrorist weapon until I read these books. When that part happened I just sat back and said “Damn.” My evil genius was crushed to have not thought of it first. What can I say? I like my shiny aluminum hat thankyouverymuch. Tying nicely into my love of conspiracy, these books give governments that like to use fear for control a giant “Fuck You”.   As I wrote in the past few weeks…fuck fear and fuck the people who would use it to control and abuse you.

“The trouble with the news is simple: People, especially ones on the ends of the power spectrum, like it when you’re afraid. The people who have the power want you scared. They want you walking around paralyzed by the notion that you could die at any moment. There’s always something to be afraid of. It used to be terrorists. Now it’s zombies.
What does this have to do with the news? This: The truth isn’t scary. Not when you understand it, not when you understand the repercussions of it, and not when you aren’t worried that something’s being kept from you. The truth is only scary when you think part of it might be missing. And those people? They like it when you’re scared. So they do their best to sit on the truth, to sensationalize the truth, to filter the truth in ways that make it something you can be afraid of.
If we didn’t have to fear the truths we didn’t hear, we’d lose the need to fear the ones we did. People should consider that.” — Feed

The first book, “Feed”, does a great job setting this trilogy up and initially I was describing these books as great summer pool reading. They aren’t insightful or deep in the artsy, “I’d like to thank the academy” kind of way my last two reviews were. What they are is riveting, accessible, clever and with a level of philosophy that’s right on target with my stance on life. In other words, I don’t think these are the “Oscar” winning books but they are akin to the box-office smashes that never get enough credit for being thought provoking because we too often assume works of great meaning can’t also be generically entertaining. I liked The King’s Speech as much as the next person, but you know what I’m going to be watching far more often over the next decade? Dark Knight and while it had tons of explosions it also had some deep psychological shit.  I’m just saying…..

Deadline” picks up where the first novel left off and it’s not a pretty place. The main cast is dealing with the aftermath of uncovering what was only the beginning of a pretty nasty set of truths. Where George narrated the first book, brother Shaun picks up in the second. This gives the second book a fresh spin and well, Shaun has got some issues by the time this happens. I’m not going to tell you what they are since that would spoil a lot, but it’s pretty fascinating to read from his POV. While the sequel tends to meander a bit more, I think it’s more compelling a read than the first. Like many great sequels it gets a lot darker, a lot more complicated and has the benefit of established background to work off of.

Sadly there are also a few minor problems. The second book does have some slow points. The characters spend a lot of time having to figure out what to do next, where to go and it can seem a little less action driven than the original. This is because by the time you’ve reached this level of the story, the writer has to begin to reveal the man behind the curtain and that involves more talking than zombie killing. Plus the zombies, while terrifying, are obviously not the ultimate big bad. The conspiracy is and conspiracy always means people talking. The upside is that at no point does the telling of it get boring. Shaun is a perfect choice for the first person narrative and Mira’s humor keeps the banter engaging.

I glanced to Becks “Isn’t this the part where you should run screaming?”

“Nah” she said “I’ve got no problem with octopuses. It’s bugs and spiders I don’t like. Octopuses are cute, in their own “nature did a lot of drugs” sort of way.”

Girls are fucking weird.” — Deadline

If you really wanted me to criticize these books, the one thing that did get on my nerves is something I find often find annoying about serials: the repetition of information. As someone who reads quickly and retains information well, I always found it annoying when authors would need to reestablish things from past books as though I’d forgotten or hadn’t bothered to pick up the first installment. I already know that Darth Vader is Luke’s father, I don’t need a blow by blow recap every time you publish the next part of the sequence. As such I found the constant reminders of things past a bit annoying. This isn’t unique to the books mind you and I find it happens quite frequently in serial novels. The other kind of repetitive crutch is how often George asks for a Coke and Shaun will mention wanting a cup of coffee. It’s quite genuinely mentioned at a rate of what seems like every 5 pages. I want to know when, in the zombie chasing hell they live in, these people pee.

No seriously. If you asked me one thing I’ll remember from these books when I’m a senile bat in my cyber-nursing home, it’s that Georgia Mason always has a can of coca-cola in her hand and Shaun Mason is always seeking out his next cuppa joe. Initially it was annoying but I moved on and came to embrace and be amused by it. If these books are ever turned into a film franchise I think they would do extremely well in that regard. In fact I’m convinced someone must be trying to buy the rights to make the movies right now. It’s too much of a zombie loving time not to make these a film. Hey Mira: keep me in mind when you’re casting for Buffy would ya? Anyway back to the coke thing…my point is, if these books are ever made into a movie, you could turn George’s requests for a Coca Cola into a drinking game. Only problem is that by the end of the second film you’d have enough alcohol to kill your liver and then your zombified corpse would chew off the face of that lame sober friend who hangs out at every party.

The upside to the Coke thing? It inspired a recipe for the most amazing Coca Cola glazed Baby Back Ribs ever made. I mean what screams Zombie more than a rack of ribs right? It came to me while I read the books and I knew I had to develop the recipe myself so this is an Olivia Original. The best part? Mira (or rather Seanan) was at Comic Con this year and she signed my recipe inspired by the books. Oh look here’s a photo of my crazed fangirl grin and the original scribble sheet now signed and laminated by one of my now favorite authors. The ribs are seriously one of my favorite recipes now of all time. Not your traditional BBQ flavor mind you. I tried to use spices that would be reminiscent of what is thought to be present in the secret recipe still held as a corporate trade secret. I also used actual Coca Cola in my braising liquid. The flavor had an almost indian quality to it and as such my mother especially loved these. So please enjoy this Olivia Original for SciFriday and PLEASE read these books. I’m definitely ranking the Newsflesh trilogy as the Hugo Nominee I would be most likely to recommend because I think they are both wonderfully written and more universally appealing than any of the others. That’s not to say I think they’ll win the award, I’ve yet to make up my mind about that prediction, but I do think they would get the popular vote…or at least would were they not up against the cock tease that was “Dance with Dragons

Coca Cola Glazed Zombabies Back Ribs

an Olivia Original – inspired by Georgia Mason

giving a whole new meaning to the slogan “Life tastes good” Read more

Think Thin Tuesday: Peachy Guy but the [Cheese]cake is a lie!

“Dear Mario:
Please come to the castle. I’ve baked a cake for you.
Yours truly–
Princess Toadstool – Peach.”

Words that forever haunted my childhood. Super Mario for Nintendo 64 was the greatest game and I definitely spent far too many hours securing every star in the castle after the greatest caketease of all time. Oh wasted youth.

Why did I think of that today when writing up my blog post? This post is actually a convergence of a number of topics. It’s a Think Thin Tuesday, it’s my good friend Dallas’ birthday and a recipe for a Skinny Peach Cheesecake. As it turns out Cheesecake is Dallas’ favorite dessert so this all wraps up nicely in a big, pink bow. Except that the cake is a lie and Bowser is lying in wait for your tastebuds. I know that’s not where the meme comes from but I definitely think of that damn letter luring Mario into yet another quest to save the damsel whenever I hear it.

Dallas kind of reminds me of the Italian Plumber–not because he is Italian or a plumber.  Nor does he have a mustache and certainly is not a short, squat man in red overalls.   No her reminds me of Mario because no matter how many times the girl is in trouble, Mario comes to her rescue. Dallas has been a good friend to me like that. The guy is always willing to listen to me when I’m upset, even at 3AM, and while I’m lucky enough to have a lot of friends who would do that…well this post is about Dallas OK?! Geeze. I guess he gets a little more attention from me because I feel like the guy doesn’t sing his own praises enough. I’ve got quite a few more friends like that too come to think of it. God damn it you guys, you know who you are, would you give yourselves some credit once in awhile??

Anyway here’s an example of a great story about Dallas and how ridiculously awesome he is. A few posts back I wrote about how I wanted to get Peter Beagle’s autograph at SDCC this year. Beagle wrote a book called “The Last Unicorn” a beautiful and sad (funny how those things always go together) story that was adapted into a film in the 1980’s. I grew up with the movie and read the book as a young adult. The story follows a Unicorn who overhears some men commenting that there are no more Unicorns left in the world. She sets out on a quest to discover why this has happened. Simplistic in scope and yet really a very adult, sad story that is anything but Disney at the end. As I’ve said many times before I have a real love for fairy tales, especially the sad ones.  So much so that I often read them as an adult as lessons in cultural psychology, sociology and comparative lit…i.e. I find reasons to justify why a 24 year old girl owns tomes of fairy tale lore.

I had been planning on going to get Beagle’s autograph on Sunday but every time I left the hall where I was staked out waiting for the Buffy panel, something came up and I constantly had to run back to the room to keep my spot without ever getting to Autograph Alley. Finally 4PM rolls around and I’m debating if I should stay through for the Buffy Musical Sing-a-long or if Mr. Beagle would still be present at his booth. The hall was going to close at 5PM so I really could not do both things. I didn’t want to leave the musical if my author had taken to walking Man’s Road and abandoned his post. Dallas was out on the floor and so I texted him asking if he wouldn’t mind checking the booth to see if Beagle was still there. The response I got back was “This is Peter Beagle. I am waiting for you.” and then a photo that Mr. Beagle had taken of himself and texted to me.

Yeah. I shot up with a squeal and ran out of the room, with “Walk Through the Fire” playing as my background music. It was pretty awesome actually to have a theme song blaring and people singing in chorus around me while I ran XD Apparently it took a little cajoling to get Beagle to actually use Dallas’ phone and message me, but it had the desired effect. I was there faster than I thought possible to move on the con floor during the last hour of nerdvana. I got my signature…sadly on a paperback copy of the book as the hardback is out of print. I’ve been looking everywhere! Only modified/abridged copies and the graphic novel are being printed. Very upsetting. I want a hardback version damn it! I own the graphic novel too….

So that was how I got to end my con and it was all thanks to Dallas. I’m really blessed to know him and so I wanted to dedicate a blog post on his birthday, with a treat that he loves and since I know he is also trying to get healthy it makes this even more personally relevant. Unfortunately it’s not the greatest cheesecake recipe on the planet. Frankly I don’t know how that is possible to do while cutting back on fat. I’m working on at least developing a purely carb free one for another friend of mine but baking with artificial sweeteners is tricky. Sadly that’s the only way to cut out carbs so it’s still in process.

As for the peaches? Well isn’t it obvious? That all comes back to Princess Peach, forever being rescued by a patient man who clearly loves himself some (cheese)cake.

Happy Birthday Dallas! Next time I visit we’ll have to bake up a real cheesecake and splurge on the calories. In the meantime this one is made with Farmer’s Cheese (half the fat, half the calories) and served in bite sized portions. The farmer’s cheese isn’t as creamy as traditional cream cheese and so the texture of these guys was not quite right.  An alternative to this would be to use a reduced fat cream cheese but while that cuts back on fat it adds in more sugar so your overall caloric reduction isn’t nearly as significant. They did taste good though and I think that was the benefit of the peaches and cream combo. Can’t go wrong with a classic like that.

Kind of like Dallas. Classic good guy.

Look at that flirty peach poking through!

Reduced Fat Mini-Peach CheesecakesAn Olivia…experiment.  Yield 24 mini cheesecakes. Read more

Muffin Monday: Pack a Punch – Cornbread

From now on, every girl in the world who might be a Slayer, will be a Slayer.

Every girl who could have the power, will have the power.

Who can stand up, will stand up.

Every one of you, and girls we’ve never known, and generations to come…they will have strength they never dreamed of, and more than that, they will have each other.

Slayers.

Every one of us.

Make your choice.

Are you ready to be strong?

Which leads me into the final day recap of that nerdvana that is San Diego Comic Con:

Day 4.5 – Girl Power

(Wo)manning the grill

My only goals for the final day of SDCC were to get into the panel for the Buffy 20th anniversary lineup and to get Peter S. Beagle to sign a copy of The Last Unicorn.  I accomplished both, still with no Fringe hat damnit, and finished the day happy.  The Peter S. Beagle story surrounding getting to his booth is a great one but deserves its own post and so I will wait to discuss that later.  Anyway Sunday is usually a wrap up day and so the most important moment was probably the last supper that night with my friends before we parted ways.  Everyone met up at “The Strip Club” which is a steak spot with a rather clever business model: they provide the steaks but you grill them yourself.  Talk about making money for doing almost nothing.  I’m not complaining though, it was the best meal I had all weekend and that’s because it was me and my Sith friend Chris manning the grills.  Ending comic con in a star trek uniform, friends and grilling steaks?  I can live with that…except for the part where now my friends are far away again.

But back to the big Con event of my final day: Buffy the Vampire Slayer.  People still mock this show without knowing what it was.  I usually want to slap them.  This show is no fang-banger, overly fetishized vampiric paranormal romance that set female rights back under some religious agenda and has destroyed Comic Con.  Yes I’m looking at you Twilight and fans.  Buffy was one of the greatest, most female empowering episodic achievements to ever grace primetime network television.  I still have yet to see anything come close on a major network that touches the level of thoughtful feminism this show had.  I grew up with it and to say that it is important to me is akin to simply describing the universe as big—hence the focus on getting to see the 20 year lineup.  The panel itself was slightly disappointing especially compared to the Firefly reunion, it was a bit empty and would have been nice to see more of the cast assembled but I’m still glad I went.  Nicholas Brendan did the snoopy dance so I call it a win.

This show is still to me the first to really showcase a strong female lead that didn’t need men to succeed.  True she has men helping her but key to the plot was always that it was one girl alone who could save the world—no man.  True there have been female superpower shows in the past like Charlie’s Angels but do you notice that even within the title the women are grammatically possessed by a male leader?  Exactly.  When I talk about the “girl power” aspect of Buffy I always think of the last episode.  The speech from the finale of Buffy always gets to me.  SPOILER ALERT: if you want to watch this show at any time I’m about to basically ruin the conclusion of the arc for the final season for you.  Just be forewarned.

In the finale of BTVS Buffy decides she’s had enough of being the only strong woman in the world just because a bunch of men decided to set it up that way thousands of years ago.  In order to create an army that can fight off the advances of a very imposing ancient vampire army, Buffy gets Willow (a wicca more powerful than all of those men combined) to release Buffy’s power.  The intent:  activate all the women who have the potential for strength and greatness.  I always get chills when I hear the speech.   Buffy did awaken an entire generation of viewers to the idea that they could be strong.  This moment in the show serves a plot point but it was a pretty obvious reference to the significance of the series in popculture: Buffy inspired a new world of modern, strong females through a television set week after week.

From those who’ve never seen BtVS I still hear mockery, even of the title.  After all who names their superhero Buffy?  It’s such a funny name.  They say: wouldn’t it be better if she were “Hunter” or “Joan” or something that sounds a little less country club and a little more masculine.  I always have to explain that was the whole point.  Confront someone with an image that upsets their preset conclusions.  Most people see a blonde, waifish cheerleader with a silly name and discount her as anything more than a moppet.  People don’t want to have to look below the surface; that gets complicated and time consuming and worst it’s confusing.  Confusion makes people scared and angry but it’s important.  We need to take a bite out of something comforting and simple to discover complexity below the surface in order to grow.

In short this show probably irrevocably changed my life, inspired me and certain episodes still bring tears to my eyes.  Keeping with this theme of something both incredibly corny and unassuming that packs a punch below the surface…here are some jalapeño peppered corn muffins.  These are the most flavorful, earth changing corn muffins I have ever had.  I definitely prefer them to the sweeter variety and the moistness!  Oh my gosh.  The corn and additions help the muffin retain moisture during baking.  It’s amazing. 4 days later and they had still not dried out.  Serve this up alongside some steaks and fried swiss chard and you have the sassiest southern meal imaginable.

Savory Corn and Pepper Muffins

From Dorie Greenspan’s “Baking: From My Home to Yours”                         Read more

Black Bread, Birds and Comic Con!

Holy Web Traffic Batman.  So apparently my recent post which was loaded with emotional baggage and what I considered whinery was “Freshly Pressed” and received an insane amount of love.  Thanks to all who read and commented.  I guess I’ll try to write more like that in the future but first I really do want to finish up my Comic Con recap…I hope I don’t lose most of you with something less emotionally revealing.  There are skimpy outfits though so…?  If nothing else there’s a kickass recipe for a Chocolate Banana Bread that you’ll want to make again and again when company comes over so scroll through to the end for that.

SDCC Day 3.5 – Black Canary Rises

The morning began in Indigo Ballroom—panels here usually command a smaller line, maybe 3000 people or so, but it still requires some coordination to ensure that you get in for your desired lineup.  Saturday was Geek and Sundry which featured not only news about the Guild (season 6 is a go!) but a preview of the new show “Written by a Kid.”  Warning: adorableness follows that link along with a delightful Joss Whedon cameo.  Basically the premise is that a child gets to tell a story that is later animated and brought to life.  It’s really, really cute.

We were also treated to a Garfunkel and Oates performance.  In case you don’t know there are some amazing geeky duo musical groups out there.  These ladies (whom you might recognize) are particularly crass and hilarious.   Easily my favorite song is 29/31 which highlights the same woman’s thoughts on the dating scene at both the age 29 “time’s on my side, I’ve got my pick” and the age 31 “THERE’S NOBODY LEFT!  I’m ALL ALONE.”  In short, it’s brilliant and any woman is going get this and probably feel both amused and mildly depressed by it.

I stayed for the TV Guide panel and regretted it.  While the lineup was fantastic and I finally got to see Matt Smith in a panel, the woman who managed it was a complete and utter idiot.  Look if you put the frakking DOCTOR on your panel, he’s going to get all the questions.  If they weren’t going to go to Matt, then they were going to go to Nathan Fillion who apparently can only be eclipsed by a mad British man with a box.  Instead of cutting off fan questions when this happens and seriously pissing off your audience, just plan your panel lineup better or make sure you instruct the line handlers to stagger the questions.  I was not amused.  Not cool TV guide, not cool.  My friend from the other day, the Screwdriver of the Sonic Duo, and I ran from the room without a second glance when the panel ended in order to get to a signing at the IDW booth for the new Doctor Who/ Star Trek crossover comics.  Yes, you read that right.  A Star Trek/Doctor Who CROSSOVER.  I purchased several of the harder to get variant covers, got them signed and because we showed up first, Screwdriver and Scream (me) managed to snag the only two t-shirts given away for the event.  This was a fairly big deal because they were women’s tees.  See, at SDCC, almost 99% of giveaway shirts are Men’s Large.  Apparently only tubby men are in attendance at con.  It’s really annoying.  There are skinny geeks and girl geeks and geeks of all ages and sizes.  I know that a men’s large is safe because it’ll fit on almost anyone, but there are only so many “sleeping shirts” I need.  I really should learn how to repurpose them into something awesome like a blanket so I can make use of these things.  Anyway I was pumped to get a “Red Shirt” in a women’s medium from Her Universe.  It was still too big, but much nicer looking and fitting than any other so I was happy.

Oh and I went by the Fox booth another ten times or so.   Still no Fringe hat for me.  I saw tons of people wearing them, and quite a few had no idea what Fringe even was.  That made me so cranky because I have been in love with the show since day 1 and I wanted that hat so badly.  I finally got sick of it and vowed not to waste my time trying to get one from the Fox booth anymore.  That mostly lasted…I did try one more time the following day.

After the signing I walked the floor some more, met up with someone I know who works on The Guild and went to some of the offsite locations for panels that were open to anyone…not just sdcc badge holders.  The YouTube lounge was especially great and I went to Adrienne Curry’s panel for “SuperFan” on Stan Lee’s youtube channel and “Save the Supers!” which I was lucky enough to extra for a few months ago….  My episode isn’t up yet and I’ll probably barely be noticeable but it was a great experience and the entire cast remembered who we extras were and took time to sign things and take photos.  I was so happy they were in costume so I could blend in as a costumed member of the team in our group photo.

Before I knew it, it was time to head home to change for another night partying with the nerds.  It was fantastic.  SlamCon, NerdHQ and some pretty down and dirty dancing…most people don’t realize it but as I’ve said before geeks know how to party and all that entails.  Drinking, Dancing and Dangerous behavior.  The only downside was some creep who accosted me on the street but channeling my inner Canary, I screamed a loud string of obscenities that scared the guy off.  It was no head explosion but it sufficed.

I didn’t cosplay Black Canary again on Sunday so in honor of my new costume I present to you a Chocolate Banana Bread which like Canary, is a blackened version of something you would traditionally expect to be yellow.  Once again I find a way to jam a weak connection between my blog post and recipe.  I swear I wasn’t one of those kids who jammed puzzle pieces in when they only sort of fit…no really.  I never did that.

Cocoa-Nana Bread Read more

These are a few of my fava beans….

Comic Con Rewind: Day 2.5 – Friday July 13 – to the tune of “My Favorite Things”

Browncoats on tall men, Strawberry elation,
Knit hats, dinosaurs and Ariel Station
Shepard Book’s wild locks make River scream,
These are a few of my favorite scenes

Nathan tears up but jokes keeps us roaring,
Alan just wants to be on the wind soaring,
Everyone still agrees that Fox is mean,
These are a few of my favorite scenes

When hung-over,
and running late,
arrived at the line,
Friends let me cut in just moments before it’s
the Firefly panel time!

I woke up hung-over. Not epically but on a large enough scale that I did not get out of my bed until 8:30 am, which for me during con, is about 2 hours later than the average wakeup call. The firefly panel that day was the 10 year reunion and people had been lining up as early as 10pm the night before. I was only just getting started on my tequila and grapefruit juice around then. Luckily I had a few friends who weren’t into the comic con party scene as much waiting in line around 4 or 5 in the morning and who were kind enough to indulge my vices and still hold me a spot.

This of course was predicated on whether or not I could get to the convention hall before the line started moving and they were in the room. Once crossed over the panel room threshold I would not be able to join them and be TSOL. The line was going to start moving at 9AM. That left me 30 minutes to get a very uncoordinated and off balanced body to the convention hall a mile away…oh and get dressed and cleaned up. Somehow I did it. I RAN to that convention hall and did not stop until I got to the top floor. The line had just started moving when I arrived and I hopped in with a fellow guildie.

The panel was wonderful and while nothing will ever be as satisfying to a Firefly fan as more Firefly would be, I was happy if not also very gross. Initially I intended to remain after the panel and see some of the smaller ones like Bones, Green Arrow etc but I desperately needed a shower. So instead I ditched out, walked the floor for a few moments and then went back to the hotel to recover from my night of badness. I even switched into cosplay and then went back to the convention hall to swindle my way into the Joss Whedon only panel. I always go to Joss’ panel. Thankfully there are some tricks to gaining admittance to ballroom 20 due to establishment of an actual seat savers network and I got in. Several years ago I would have been in that line at 10PM the night before and waiting in the room all day just to see Joss. I know some fans did…. There was talk of Avengers, Cabin in the Woods and that horrible question: What Next? After making a billion dollar movie that is now number 3 in top grossing films of all time, where do you go from here Mr. Whedon?

Much ado about Nothing would be the reply. So excited to see this. I stuck around post Joss for the Breaking Bad panel in order to hang out with another friend who’d just arrived at SDCC. Just arrived?! But we’re already on day 2.5…. I don’t watch BrBa but I will probably start now, that panel was really great.

The evening finished at the Guild of Extras townhouse on 5th Avenue. Sad that this is my first time getting to know that spot and we might not have it next year. I arrived in costume to discover to my horror that no one else was cosplaying that day. While some people applauded the fishnets and lack of pants, I eventually made a few friends feel like pervs, did a quick change at my hotel and ran back for an evening of Cards Against Humanity. I hands down have one of the most obscene minds in my group…. So to give that mind a fresh clean feeling, here is one last chorus of my song and a delicious and healthy dish to pair it with:

Ancient greeks used them in all of their voting,
I’d rather eat them, in a minty creme coating,
Add grated lemon peel, yummy citrine,
This is a plateful of my fava beans

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Gluttonous Geekery & Chocolate Sin Cake

Thursday July 12 2012 – Gluttonous Geekery

Thursday was my first full day at con and boy was it a smorgasbord of nerdvana. I woke up early, around 5AM, and started my day with a run followed by the long process of hair, make up and suiting up. Black Canary emerged from the bathroom around 7:30 AM and left the hotel around 8AM. I wanted to get into that convention hall the moment it opened to try and get a Fringe Fedora. Alas they were not being handed out that morning…or any of the other total 7 times I went by the Fox booth that day. Damn.

From there I roved the floor with a friend from college, a sorority sister actually, who was walking the floor in her 11th Doctor Crossplay. We were the sonic duo: scream and screwdriver. Scream and Screwdriver sounds dirty….anyway. The floor was packed and yet we managed to make it through the throng only to discover that the book signing I’d been so convinced was at 11AM was not until Saturday. I have no idea how my wires got crossed like that. I was understandably bummed because Saturday, like Friday, was going to be a big panel day for me. Getting in and out of panels for other things takes some serious coordination. Thankfully there was a second signing later in the day right before my Booth Babe gig so I made plans to hit that.

In the meantime I mostly walked the floor ala Black Canary taking photos / being photographed. I also picked up all of the new Doctor Who/Star Trek crossover comics and found out when the signing was planned for on Saturday. That one worked out well since it followed the Geek and Sundry panel I was pushing to go to.

I raced back to my hotel, thank god for being downtown this year, and switched out of Black Canary into clothes for later that night. First though I had to get Mira Grant’s autograph — she wrote a zombie series called “NewsFlesh” and I will elucidate on this subject in a future blog post as her book Deadline is the next edition of my Hugo Awards Challenge. I got it, she was charming and then I raced down to the Geekscape booth to work as a rep for Space Command! What is Space Command? Oh I’m so glad you asked….

[Enter: Booth Babe Olivia]

Olivia: Space Command is an amazing new set of scifi films being independently backed via KickStarter. The project is brainchild of Marc Zicree, a seasoned writer whose credits include Star Trek, Babylon 5, Twilight Zone and Sliders and who worked in the past with Ray Bradbury. Doug Jones, Amber Benson and Armin Shimerman are all working with him on this project which is getting attention and love from Neil Gaiman and Guillermo del Toro!

It was fun. I got to meet Marc and the guys running the GeekScape booth were pretty awesome. Add it to your RSS if you don’t already read the blog. I had a lively discussion with them about the new Spiderman flick.

I went straight from the booth to meet up with friends for w00tstock aka the greatest night of standup comedy, music and geekery you will ever experience. Ever.  Well first we went to dinner which my dear friend Chris abruptly departed in order to run, in full suit as we were going out this particular evening in Barney Stinson regala, to run a full mile to the convention hall trying to snag a crochet doll batman of which there was only one to be obtained.  He arrived only moments too late behind a young woman from texas and was heartbroken.  Damn you con!

Back to w00tstock: I wrote down the entire program but rattling that off to you would probably be as interesting as watching that girl from twilight try to act. The highlights included: Levar Burton singing the theme song to Reading Rainbow, Paul and Storm singing a song entreating “George Lucas please fucking stop”, a giant set of googley eyeb(.)(.)bies on Bonnie Burton, Will Wheaton telling adorable stories about his marriage, a ted talk on Copyright Math, more amazing geeky music by artists like the DoubleClicks and Marian Call and finally mythbuster Adam Savage regaling a crowd with tales about that great unifier: poop.

It was a rick-roll-ickingly good time that was followed by the Geek and Sundry party where I enjoyed myself to the point of biblical inebriation in the presence of a dancing Joss Whedon, Rod Roddenberry, Brea Grant, Mythbusters, BSG hunks…you name the “OMG it’s geek god ____” and they were there.

Heavenly and oh so wicked at the same time, though the hangover that ensued was entirely the latter. I basically gorged myself this day on alcohol and geekgasms so the only recipe I could even consider pairing with these stories is for a favorite of mine. Dorie Greenspan refers to these as Chocolate Cinnamon Squares. BORING. It’s a Chocolate Sin-namon Cake that I must always resist the urge to devour entirely whenever I make it.  It’s essentially a butter cake flavored with cinnamon with a coffee chocolate cinnamon vein running through it and a bittersweet frosting.  I know right?

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I scream “a(Peach)ment unlocked – Comic Con 2012″

aka San Diego Comic Con 2012 Recap Part 1 in conjunction with National Peach Ice Cream Day

Wednesday July 11 2012 – Preview Night

Comic con began this year with yet another long, long road trip. I swear one of these years I will plan ahead enough to enjoy the shorter flying option to get down to San Diego* rather than embarking on the 8-10 hour sitfest that makes my ass ache from inactivity. The ride was fairly uneventful; I drove down with my mom and we shared the wheel though I admit she did most of the driving the way down.

We arrived in San Diego around 1PM – the hall didn’t open until 6pm so I had time to shower, go for a run to stretch my legs and thank god for having preview night passes because checking in was a breeze. No lines, no fuss…nada. Getting into the hall did require some lining up and this was the first year I was actually financially well off enough to entertain the notion of being part of the massive fray that is the exclusive dash. I got my greedy little paws on the Bilbo Baggins figurine I wanted but that was about it. Next year I shall plan this better…assuming I have income to spend on exclusive and/or there is something I want.

To be completely honest I don’t remember if I was in costume that night. It went by pretty quickly. I saw the floor, got some swag but not a lot. Nope you know what, I wasn’t in costume. I remember because I had on my flowery hat and kept trying to get a hold of the Fringe Fedora (this never happened – sad face) and planned to wear it instead if I got it. Gorram Fox booth. I went there 20 times over the course of the weekend and never got a hold of it. It was the ONE giveaway I desperately wanted. Motherfrakkers!

All in all Wednesday night was spent scoping out the floor, getting a feel for it and finding all the key locations I’d need to be at again over the course of Con. This is why I need preview night most of all personally. I like to get a handle on the layout of the floor, generate a mental and physical memory so that way I am better able to make the several mad dashes (and yes there were several this trip) that would inevitably occur.

My preview night involved scoping out when Mira Grant would be signing, finding Peter S. Beagle’s autograph spot in artist’s alley, finding the GeekScape booth where I would be boothbabing for the first time the following day and finding friends on the floor. The hardest thing about Comic Con is that you really intend to spend more time with people than you manage to do—there’s just so much to see and do and before you know it each day is gone. Even though I was trying to see my friends, preview night really had us all veering off in multiple directions to get swag, toys and do our mental mapping.

The evening ended with my meeting up with several guildies for late night snacks and beer at an Irish pub a few blocks down the way. I have gone longer than usual without seeing my karass and I have to say that while I missed them these last few months, I was unprepared for just how much my heart really ached at the sight of seeing them all again. Blarney Stone Pub was the name and while it did have a decent selection of beers. I noticed a general lackluster quality to the foodstuffs. I mean we’re not expecting haute cuisine here but rock hard mozzarella sticks seems a bit off-game to me. Especially since the place was empty when my first batch of guildies sat down. “Oh well” I said when I heard about this as I arrived later, “It’s Con.” Indeed “It’s Con” was basically my response to anything that went wrong all weekend.

That’s my number one tip to anyone entering into Comic Con and so it seems appropriate for that to be the final part of my SDCC2012 Review Part 1. Comic Con is insane. There are too many people, too many things, too many moving parts for things to not go wrong. Occasionally they go horribly wrong. If you let yourself get upset you will have a miserable time. You have to just shrug your shoulders, wryly laugh and remind yourself “It’s Con” and let it go. A kind of “Who is John Galt” moment only with a far less depressing, the world is ending connotation.

*Unless I’ve moved down to socal by this time.  Fingers crossed.

Since today is National Peach Ice Cream Day and I actually made some recently, the recipe I’m leaving you with has absolutely nothing to do with the above but it is delicious and addictive.  It also taste a little bit like Root Beer to me…which might be that I’m crazy or that apparently peach ice cream tastes like root beer.  I’m not sure.  Either way it will make even the hottest summer day bearable and because it’s such a delightful fruity flavor, likely to get eaten bowl after bowl before you realize what happened.

Honey-Peach Ice Cream

From “Baking from my Home to Yours” by Dorie Greenspan

  • 4 large ripe peaches (about 2 pounds), peeled and pitted
  • 1/4 cup honey
  • 1 cup whole milk
  • 1 cup heavy cream
  • 3 large egg yolks
  • 1/2 cup sugar
  • 2 teaspoons pure vanilla extract

Coarsely chop half the peaches into 1/2-inch chunks and toss them into a small saucepan. Add the honey and bring to a boil, then lower the heat, cover the pan and cook, stirring occasionally until the peaches are soft but not mushy, about 10 minutes. Scrape the mixture into a blender or food processor and whir to puree. (Alternatively use a hand blender.) Set the peach puree aside while you make the custard.

Bring the milk and cream to a boil in a medium heavy-bottomed saucepan.

Meanwhile in a medium bowl, whisk the yolks and sugar together until very well blended and just slightly thickened. Still whisking, drizzle in about one third of the hot liquid – this will temper, or warm, the eggs so they don’t curdle. Whisking all the while, slowly pour in the remaining liquid. Pour the custard back into the pan and cook over medium heat, stirring without stopping, until the custard thickens slightly and coats the back of the spoon; if you run your finger down the bowl of the spoon the custard should not run into the track. The custard should reach at least 170 degrees F, but no more than 180 degrees F, on an instant read thermometer. Immediately remove the pan from the heat and pour the custard into a 2-quart glass measuring cup or clean heatproof bowl. Stir in the vanilla and the peach puree.

Refrigerate the custard until chilled before churning it into ice cream.

Scrape the chilled custard into the bowl of an ice cream maker and churn according to manufacturer’s instructions. While the ice cream is churning, finely dice the remaining 2 peaches, then, just before the ice cream is thickened and ready, add the peaches and churn to bland. Pack the ice cream into a container and freeze it for at least 2 hours, until it is firm enough to scoop.

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