Talk about the proverbial tempest in a teapot. Does it really
matter whether Rachael writes her own books? All her recipes come
down to 3 categories: standard fare for which numerous recipes
already abound; things so obvious that no recipe is needed (microwaving bacon, scooping sherbet into dishes); and the crazy Frankenfood which
is just 2 dishes mooshed together (tacosagna, anyone?) I don't feel
too badly for her. With all the millions she's made from people who
don't know any better, she can buy lots of Kleenex.
Wednesday, March 28, 2012
Sunday, March 25, 2012
On the Ghost Writing Controversy
Considering all the backpedaling going
on lately with indignant authors refuting a NYT article describing
what it's like to be a ghost writer, I thought I owed it to the
purported author of one of the volumes in question to at least look
at it. So I placed a hold on Gwyneth Paltrow's homage to her her
father Bruce, My Father's Daughter: Delicious, Easy Recipes
Celebrating Family & Togetherness.
Overall, I have to
say that this book is attractively produced. The paper is treated with
clay, which produces a shiny finish that complements photographs of the
artfully presented dishes. There are serviceable collections of soups
and stocks, salads and dressings, burgers, sandwiches, pasta and
desserts. Of particular interest (read: filed away to make later) are
the butternut squash soup, duck burger with plum sauce catsup and tuna
melt with Gruyere.
Since
I don't personally know Ms. Paltrow, it's impossible for me to say how
authentically hers the voice in the book is. I will mention, however,
that she singles Julia Turshen out for recognition more than once and in
fact the two appear together in a photograph. It seems to me that this
lends credence to Turshen's allegations and takes it away from Paltrow. I
don't think she helps her case much by belaboring the point.
In many ways, Paltrow's book is similar to the one I'm currently editing (although Sharmagne's book has enough of a slant that the reader can easily see that it is something unique). I have to wonder whether this book would have been published had the author been someone else, or had a lot of money not been thrown at its production. I get that Paltrow enjoyed cooking with her father and for her children, but what authority does she have? What credibility? In her articulated defense, Paltrow laments "we're talking about my professional life here." Well, no. Not really. You see, dear. you are an actress. Acting is your profession. Cooking is something you do for fun, which you state outright in the book.
In many ways, Paltrow's book is similar to the one I'm currently editing (although Sharmagne's book has enough of a slant that the reader can easily see that it is something unique). I have to wonder whether this book would have been published had the author been someone else, or had a lot of money not been thrown at its production. I get that Paltrow enjoyed cooking with her father and for her children, but what authority does she have? What credibility? In her articulated defense, Paltrow laments "we're talking about my professional life here." Well, no. Not really. You see, dear. you are an actress. Acting is your profession. Cooking is something you do for fun, which you state outright in the book.
Perhaps
it all comes down to a matter of definition, or a lack of specificity
in outlining the roles of author and editor. Every author can benefit
from a skilled editor – even Hemingway and Thomas Wolfe relied rather
heavily on Maxwell Perkins to polish their prose.
Note: I am not weighing in here on Rachael Ray and her alleged farming out of the writing portion of her books. The last RR tome I looked at was the Get Real Meals thing, in which she railed against low-carb diets. I have to wonder what exactly she would feed a diabetic boy.
Note: I am not weighing in here on Rachael Ray and her alleged farming out of the writing portion of her books. The last RR tome I looked at was the Get Real Meals thing, in which she railed against low-carb diets. I have to wonder what exactly she would feed a diabetic boy.
Friday, March 16, 2012
Enchiladas Juanita con Pollo, Salsa Verde y Queso
I made these last night to use some thawed chicken breasts.
Enchiladas Juanita con Pollo, Salsa
Verde y Queso
1 tbs butter
2 tbs olive oil
1 ½ pounds boneless skinless chicken
breasts (about 3 average size)
2 c chicken stock, separated
1 medium onion, cut into ¼ “ dice
3 cloves garlic, minced
1 tsp cumin
1 tsp dried oregano
pinch of crushed red chile flakes
juice and zest of 2 small lemons (or 3
limes)
handful Italian parsley, chopped
3 c grated jack or cheddar cheese
8 taco-size flour tortillas
1 28-ounce can green enchilada sauce
In a large cast iron pan, heat 1 tbs
olive oil and brown chicken on both sides. Add stock and bring to a
boil. Reduce heat to low and simmer 30 minutes, or until stock has
mostly evaporated. Cool, then shred the meat with two forks and set
aside.
Melt 1 tbs butter with 1 tbs olive oil
in the pan the chicken was cooked in. Add onions and saute until
translucent. Add garlic and continue cooking for another couple of
minutes. Add cumin, oregano and chile flakes, remaining stock and
lemon juice and cook until liquid has evaporated. Remove from heat
and stir in parsley and lemon zest.
Preheat oven to 350; grease or butter a
13” x 9” baking dish. In each tortilla place 1/8 of the chicken
mixture and cheese. Roll up tightly and place in prepared baking
dish. Pour enchilada sauce over all and sprinkle any
leftover\additional grated cheese. Bake at 350 until salsa is bubbly
and cheese is melted.
4 hearty servings.
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