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Where to begin? What can you say? So much destruction, so much pain, so much loss, so much mess.  We were warned…. we took precautions…we put away the outside furniture, we took what we could out of the freezer and we dutifully left as we were told to do.  It was a teary good-bye on Sunday afternoon as we pulled away from the cottage not knowing when we would return and what would we find when we got there.  

New York City seemed to be the much safer place for us and then again we didn’t really have the choice that we had a year ago, when we decided to ride out the storm with Hurricane Irene.  This time, mandatory evacuation was insistent and I reluctantly went along with the plan.  I had plans for Monday and Tuesday in the City anyway.  So back in our apartment we unpacked, ate dinner and went to bed listening to some light wind but not much more.

This morning it was raining lightly and since the Mayor closed the subways and stopped the busses, most of Manhattan’s residents woke up with a day off!  We went to  The Mansion for breakfast with my daughter Chiara, her husband, my sister-in-law, her son and of course Finley and Francesca.  The place was MOBBED! There was a festive mood throughout the diner, really like having an unexpected snow day when you’re in school. The City was virtually closed, Broadway was dark, schools were closed, Wall Street was closed, the airports were open but 95% of  the flights were cancelled. 

By 1pm the winds were really whipping around.  It kept swirling around creating waves of whooshing sound.  By 4pm it was raining and the wind was extremely strong and by the time I walked home 6 blocks I was drenched and winded.  Things started to go downhill rapidly from that point on.  

Soon the windows were rattling and rain and wind pounded against the panes.  By now every television in the apartment was on tuned to either CNN or ABC.  Reports started coming in as the menacing storm raced to our coast line.  We were stressed to the max dividing our anxiety between Ocean Grove and Manhattan.  We felt fairly secure in our home 14 floors up but so uncertain as to what was happening to our little cottage La Vie en Rose as it sat squarely in the path of Hurricane Sandy.  And I was concerned for about the tea room at The Lillagaard.  The hotel sat only 2 properties in from the boardwalk and was extremely vulnerable – it also had been locked up, sand-bagged and left to fend off the storm by itself. 

It’s now 11:30pm and the following is a partial list of the highlights, well actually the horrors of the Hurricane:

NEW YORK CITY

A construction crane 90 stories high in what has been called the Billionaire’s Building partially collapses and is presently dangling over the very busy, highly-trafficked West 57th St.  Buildings all around the building were evacuated.  My cousin had to leave her home on the corner of W. 57th and 6th Avenue.  Con-Ed shut down the power in the building and the gas.

Hundreds of trees came down, littering residential side streets and I saw one fall on First Avenue – not exactly what you expect to see in The City.

The subway entrances were cordoned off and sand-bagged, the grates sealed down, the entire system shut down in hope of preventing any salt water from entering the tunnels.

Battery Park City at the bottom of Manhattan was flooded by noon. Eventually there was over 13′ of water running over the walls.  The Hudson River breached the West Side Highway and was running eastward on 23rd St.  The East River breached and flooded FDR Drive.

There were a series of explosions as transformers blew up and one sub-station.  Con-Ed also voluntarily shut down some areas to preserve equipment.   By 10pm most of Manhattan south of 42nd Street and from river to river was dark – NO POWER.

Our lights are flickering every now and then and earlier this evening I lost cable tv and internet access.

No school tomorrow, no subways, no busses, and maybe no power.  At this hour every tunnel and bridge are closed so you can’t get in and you can’t get out!  How long can the few restaurants that were open or the few grocery stores open last without receiving new supplies.

OCEAN GROVE

I agonized most of the day trying to find out what was happening to our seaside community.  Tonight I was able to get online and check out Blogfinger – Ocean Grove Faces Hurricane Sandy’s Destruction

The Garden State Parkway was closed south of exit 129, the New Jersey Turnpike was closed. 

Neptune Township restricted  traffic on municipal streets. Police banned cars from Ocean Avenue and people from walking along the boardwalk.

Mandatory evacuation was extended further west and along streets near the lakes.

Additional man-made sand bermes were made along South Beach.

By mid-afternoon and mid-tide, the ocean had risen to the top of the Fishing Pier.

The high tide breached the dunes and washed over the boardwalk.  Water ran west as far as Beach Ave and a storm surge flooded New York Avenue and Broadway.  Power was out in most if not all of Ocean Grove.

Wind and waves destroyed the fishing shack on the Fishing Pier.  Part of the roof of the Great Auditorium was blown off. 

A tree came down on the corner of Central and Main and also one at the corner of Main and New Jersey Avenue.

Hurricane Sandy, Ocean Grove, Blogfinger, Mary Walton

Hurricane Sandy brings down a tree

Photo taken by Mary Walton for Blogfinger

Ocean Grove, Fishing pier, Monday October 29, Hurricane Sandy

The Fishing Pier 5pm Monday October 29th

Photo taken by Mary Walton for Blogfinger

The news is most disheartening and I think I will be canceling my Wednesday plans are heading back to New Jersey to assess the damage and see what state the Lillagaard and the tea room are in.  In the great scheme of things, the loss of food is minor, even though it creates a disgusting mess.  However, prior to leaving I spent considerable time baking in preparation for some imminent tea services.  Right now the thought of having to bake everything all over again and shop for all the food destroyed is pretty grim – BUT as I said  I know that’s so minor compared to the real devastation and loss wreaked by this vicious act of Mother Nature.  

Well, let’s see what tomorrow brings.  The lights are still flickering here, so I have filled the bathtub with water to flush the toilet, filled water bottles for drinking water and two huge pots for cooking water.  

English: "V" icon as as symbol for v...

English: “V” icon as as symbol for vegetarianism/veganism. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I’m not a Vegan or a Vegetarian however sometimes I make an entire meal from garden-fresh vegetables!  This weekend turned out to be one of those inspirational meal-making events.  I found a vegan recipe for Sicilian Chickpeas with Escarole and Carmalized Onions.  Sounded intriguing and decided it would be a great side dish.  After all it had a green vegetable and also chick peas which provided the carb factor.  Of course if we were real vegans that would have been the main dish, maybe the only dish and I would be a thinner person!  But I know my husband and he might say something like “is this the whole meal” ?  So I made him two salmon burgers and myself two veggie burgers.  Not vegan and in most eyes, not even vegetarian – it was those salmon burgers that did us in….

Saturday night turned into a different kind of culinary adventure.  We were at the shore battening down the hatches so to speak as were our friends, Joe and Michael.  Hurricane Sandy was on her way to the Jersey Shore and Governor Christie declared a State of Emergency that morning so we had a lot of work to do putting furniture away, tying down covers, securing everything and anything that might become a missile!  Joe called and offered to help us in any way, good neighbor and friend.  I suggested we might meet up for breakfast on Sunday morning.  Joe said how about a pasta dinner since he had a lot of gravy.  He’s Italian and I’m Italian and if you’re Italian you know what we’re talking about.  Sounded like a plan to me BUT I had my own ideas about the kind of pasta I was going to make.

I mentioned that I thought I would make a Pancetta and Fennel Pasta, a very delicious and elegant dish.  There was a notable silence at the other end of the phone and then I heard the words, ” I don’t like pancetta, what is fennel”?  REALLY?  After a bit of back and forth and some input from Michael in the background, it was agreed that I would make the pasta, they would bring some wine and dessert!  I still wasn’t sure that Joe would like this dish and he did mention Classico sauce SO I decided to make two pasta dishes; my own Pancetta and Fennel and also a bowl of penne and pomodoro sauce.  Add an arugula, grape tomato and red onion salad and a loaf of semolina bread and we were in business.  Turns out that Joe really was kinda, sorta kidding about the Classico sauce (he claims he doesn’t really  like it).  Well, he dug right into the Pancetta and Fennel and after a couple of  helpings, he  said it was delicious!  See I told you it was good!

The recipe for the Pancetta and Fennel dish can be found in a previous blog: https://pbenjay.wordpress.com/2012/08/28/pancetta-and-fennel-pasta/

Before I give you the Sicilian Escarole recipe, I have to tell you about the bonanza of desserts.  In true Jersey fashion, we had a dozen of Dunkin’ Donuts, many festively decorated for Halloween.  I will admit to eating a Boston Creme and at least half of a jelly doughnut.  AND then we had apple cake from Freedman’s Bakery in Belmar which was SOoooo good.  Thanks guys!

Sicilian Chickpeas with Escarole and Carmalized Onions

1  large escarole (1 1/2  lbs) I used a large bag chopped escarole

1/4 cup olive oil

2 medium onions halved and sliced thinly. I used 1  large Vidalia onion thinly sliced.

2 tsp sugar –  I used 1 tsp.

1/4 cup dark raisins

3 cups drained chickpeas – reserve 1/3 cup bean liquid

Heat oil over medium heat in large  saute pan.  Add onions and stir often till golden – about 15 minutes.  Add sugar and cook another 5 minutes till dark golden brown.

Add raisins and escarole.  Stir occasionally till leaves are tender, about 6 minutes.  Season with salt and pepper

Add chickpeas and their liquid.  Simmer till flavors have blended, about 3 minutes.  Adjust seasonings.

 

PUNS-Thursday’s Top Ten

Somebody once said that puns were the lowest form of humor but what the heck does he know?  These 10 puns are for the more intellectually-inclined humorist or so they claim.

  1. A man’s home is his castle, in a manor of speaking.
  2. Practice safe eating – always use condiments. 
  3. A hangover is the wrath of grapes.
  4. Does the name Pavlov ring a bell?
  5. When two egotists meet, it’s an I for an I. 
  6. Reading while sunbathing makes you well red.
  7. Shotgun wedding – A case of wife or death.

    Dinner Fork in the Road

    Dinner Fork in the Road (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

  8. Time flies like an arrow. Fruit flies like a banana.
  9. A chicken crossing the road is poultry in motion.
  10. Every calendar’s days are numbered.

ARGO – You Are There!

English: Ben Affleck at the premiere for He's ...

English: Ben Affleck  (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

If you ever wanted (why??) to know what it would feel like to be under attack in a foreign country, then you should see ARGO.

Actually you should go and see ARGO for lots of good reasons:  Ben Affleck is brilliant as the CIA’s extraction expert.  Some of my readers were just kids when 52 Americans were held hostage for 444 days in Iran.  The United States gave the hated Shah of Iran asylum because he was dying.  The Iranians, naturally wanted to try the  dictator as a criminal and since they were thwarted by the United States in this matter, protests outside the American Embassy were a daily event.

The movie opens with the American Embassy under attack by an angry and hostile mob chanting loudly outside the gates.  Those who were adult at that time know what happened next.  The mob climbed the fences and stormed the Embassy compound.  The intense chaos and the sheer terror sent shivers through me.  And that was only the opening scene.   I could not stop shivering and shaking throughout the entire movie.  I had a scarf that I kept fussing with and holding it up over my mouth.  I swear my teeth were chattering!

The movie is the true story of how 6 Americans escaped.  The CIA working with the Canadian government executed a thrilling and scary rescue.  Ben Affleck as Tony Mendez gave an outstanding performance as the cool, level-headed, pragmatic, creative and courageous CIA expert.  He was understated,  quietly exuding confidence that comes only to those who believe in their abilities and strengths.  Mr. Affleck also skillfully directed this action-packed and psychological thriller.  Watching the event un-fold was nerve-wracking for me because I don’t like to watch violence and even though those scenes were limited, it was the tension , stretched taut as a  high wire act throughout the entire film that kept me shaking.

The fact that I knew the ending and outcome in no way lessened the heightened intensity of the film and by the end I was exhausted.

Alan Arkin and John Goodman used their comedic timing and deadpan delivery to bring some comic relief to this serious story.  They were wonderfully cast and it was delightful to visit with these old pros again.

ARGO is a movie about a movie that is never made BUT appears to be in production to the whole world, and especially so to the Iranian government.  It is the brainchild of Tony Mendez and his ingenious plan to extract the Americans trapped in the Canadian Embassy where they fled during the attack. Imagine if you can, the six  semi-hostages as technicians and location scouts!  And this is where John Goodman and Alan Arkin come in.

ARGO is on the fast-track to the Academy Awards, catch it when it comes to your local theater.

17 Days and Counting…

Up until now during this election I’ve kept my feelings, beliefs, and opinions pretty much to myself (in this blog) BUT Election Day is drawing closer and the race is closer than I thought it would be.   I don’t expect anyone who reads my blog to be swayed by anything I write – I assume you have already made up your mind.  Actually I can’t imagine anyone NOT knowing at this point who they would vote for.  I’ve known exactly who I would vote for in every election I’ve ever participated in whether it be local or national, I guess when I make up my mind, I don’t usually change it!

However, just in case there are some lingering Latino voters out there or some Republicans who are offended by Romney’s tactless and rude remarks, you might enjoy watching this clip by Rosie Perez.  And if you are a Democrat and planning to vote accordingly, you’ll love it!

A big thank you to fellow blogger, Spinny Liberal for posting this video. I saw it and just had to reblog!!

Once again I find myself in the odd position of NOT loving a movie that has many admirers.  Two nights ago we saw The Sessions featuring John Hawkes, Helen Hunt, William H. Macy and cameo appearance by Rhea Perlman.  It is the poignant story (true) of a young man afflicted with polio since childhood.  He spends most of his life in an iron lung with respites of a few hours on a gurney  with a portable respirator.  He can only move his head although he is not totally paralyzed, he cannot move any other part of his body because polio affects all his muscles. Although his life is limited, his mind is not.  Mark (John Hawkes) is a college graduate, a devout Catholic and a virgin.  He knows the odds of his life span and has decided he should experience sex before he dies.  Oddly enough he chooses the parish priest (William H. Macy) as his confidante and looks to him for guidance.  If that in itself isn’t a bit of a stretch (hey I’m Catholic, I know!), even with long wavy (à la California) hair and suntan, not for a minute did Macy appear to be a priest to me.  Sorry 😦

John Hawkes and Helen Hunt give outstanding performances; Hopefully, the movie isn’t too small to eliminate Hawkes from an Oscar nomination.  He can only use facial expressions and his voice to convey every emotion and yet he is as compelling in this role as he was in Martha Marcy May Marlene , as the sinister cult leader and the sensitive, complex merchant in Deadwood.  My friend, Nancy, summed up the excellence of Hunt’s performance by noting just how amazingly comfortable and at ease Helen is with her own body.  She was nakedly natural and naturally naked, skillfully playing the complex role of sex surrogate, wife, therapist and mother.

English: John Hawkes in 2009.

English: John Hawkes in 2009. (Photo credit: Wikipedia) 

The screenplay is based on the autobiographical writings of Mark O’Brian. And this is where and why I think the movie didn’t  ring entirely  true for me. I believe the story was probably significantly enhanced by Hollywood, or it wouldn’t have gotten made. I suspect most of the facts are accurate however  it is through the performances of highly-skilled, beautiful actors and deliberate casting that the facts have been interpreted.  I know I sound like a pessimist but quite frankly, I seriously doubt that Mark’s life was populated with aides and therapists the likes of Helen Hunt, Moon BloodGood and Annika Marks.  Additionally I feel that the odds are not likely to be in his favor that all three beautiful women fell in love with him.  If in fact, the real Mark O’Brian was that compelling then unfortunately the script did not allow us to glimpse that magnetic personality.  

Mark was a poet, an artist in his mind, trapped in a body that allowed him to express himself only through his words.  He suffered from grandiose romantic misapprehensions, reflected in his inappropriate  but possibly also naive behavior.  First he proposes marriage to his home health aide – what was he thinking??  Later on predictably he falls for his sex therapist. 

Fortunately the story has a happy but ultimately sad ending.  I may be a spoiler but I’m stopping here.

If you are a follower of this blog, then you know we spend time on the Jersey Shore  and I have a category known as Art is Where You Find It.  Art is everywhere IF you have the eye to seek it out, the time to look for it and it helps if you have the ability to capture the sight on film or in this case, digitally.  Murray spent some of Columbus Day weekend with us and he disappeared for hours at at time, camera in hand.  Oh yes, and it really helps if you have an artistic eye for form, color and perspective.

This is the art that surrounds us;  It’s not hanging in a gallery in SoHo, we don’t have   the name of the artist but we do have the ART!

Sand Castle

SAND CASTLE

Ocean Grove, Asbury Park, Jersey Shore, sunset at sea

Sunset at Sea-The Golden Hour

Ocean Grove, Asbury Park, Jersey shore, sea gull

Sea Gull and Street Lamp

jersey shore, ocean grove, asbury park

Boogie Board Art

art deco, Asbury Park, casino

Art Deco Craftsmanship-Casino Asbury Park

driftwood, solitary man

Solitary Man

Ocean Grove, Jersey shore, Canadian geese

Following the Leader

All photos courtesy of Murray Head

Belle De L’Ombre

Little Orphan Annie rescue cat

Belle De L’Ombre

Life is Good!  From homeless orphan on the Jersey Shore to pampered puss on Park Avenue!

Photo courtesy of Murray Head

Home At Last!

It all started this summer….quite often I would find Nicky leaning into a window, staring intensely.   He was looking at a cat, an intruder in his mind!  Sometimes there would be two;  A black female and a gray and white male who was NOT neutered.  There would be yowling and howling and Nicky would run from window to window to keep track of their whereabouts.  I would dash out and shoo them away, sometimes even throwing water on them!  I know that sounds terrible especially coming from an animal-lover BUT my own cats are my first concern and Nicky always got visibly upset over this invasion.

Fast forward to mid-September – the gray and white cat has disappeared but the black cat keeps coming back.  She would come up on the porch and look in through the screen doors or she would be on the back steps earnestly looking at the door, perhaps to see if it would open and let her in.

Please Ma’am may I come in!

She showed up one day when Peter was out in the yard and of course he petted her.  And she kept coming back….  It wasn’t long before it was apparent she was spending most of her days and nights on our porch so of course we started giving her small amounts of food.  However as a week went by and we knew we would be heading back to NYC, we got concerned as to who would feed her?   Would she have to resort to scavenging and/or hunting for mice or worse, birds?  

We had already started asking everybody we knew if they wanted a cat.  I begged our neighbor (who loves cats) to take as she had been visiting their doorstep also.  He wanted her but alas, his wife did not and besides they often took care of their son’s dog.  What to do?  We called all the rescue groups we could  find and it was always the same story;  There are so many abandoned and stray cats in the county that the rescue groups are overwhelmed and the shelters are full.   We gave our neighbor some food and asked him to feed her while we were gone.

Another week went by, we posted a plea on the town blog, put up Free Adoption posters in a couple of places and the temperature was starting to drop.  Finally a rescue group agreed to take her and find a foster home for her.  Peter delivered her to them, the next day she was taken to a Vet who confirmed she was spayed, no microchip, healthy and he updated all vaccinations and said “This cat is well-fed and healthy, she must belong to someone, you can’t give her away”  AND SO THEY DROPPED HER OFF AGAIN AT OUR HOUSE!  When we returned from NYC a day later, Peter thought he was seeing things when this little black cat came up to him and rubbed herself against his legs. OMG!

NOW the push to find a home for her was getting desperate!  And I was getting obsessive!  I couldn’t stand the fact that she spent night after lonely night sleeping on a chair on our porch.  It was getting colder each night. 

Our friend Murray came to visit over Columbus Day weekend and the little sweet cat captured his heart BUT he proclaimed he just didn’t want a cat at this point.  He sent photos of her to our mutual friend, Rosemarie,  a true lover of all wildlife AND…she said she would take Annie (I named this little orphan on the day of Finley’s Orphan Annie birthday party).  Rosemarie has never owned a cat but she was willing and eager to take on her new charge and planned on naming her Belle.  AHhhhh a sigh of relief, gratitude and happiness.  Belle was going to have a new home! 

We kept Annie/Belle with us in the house for the next two days hoping that we would see signs of a past domestic life return to this cat who seemingly had been living outside (but we weren’t entirely sure about that) albeit she does weigh 13 lb. and always wanted to come in the house.  That night she sat on my lap and then when we went to bed, up the stairs came the cat and plopped herself in the middle of the bed where she stayed all night much to the dismay of Nicky and Nora.

This fairy tale came true and has a very happy ending.  We delivered Belle to her new home yesterday.  She spent the afternoon exploring her new digs and ate dinner out of her new dish and lapped up lots of water.   A picture is worth a 1000 words so the following should tell the whole story!

stray cat, black cat, rescue cat

Belle Is Beautiful

new mommy, Belle Bria

Me and My Mommy

terrace, Belle, black panther

Just Looking…,

All photos courtesy of Murray Head

Berry Nice

Did you ever wonder how birds get their names?  I mean a Bluebird is obvious and a Blue Jay makes sense, but what about a Cardinal?  Do you think it was named after the Cardinals of the Roman Catholic Church and did the color Cardinal Red come before or after the bird? Ahhhh but I digress.

The title of the blog is Berry Nice so wouldn’t you think it should have something to do with berries?  In fact it does and also about some birds with a very unusual name.  Cedar Waxwings!  Really now, what does that conjure up?  Cedar trees, wings of wax?  Well I have some really cute photos of a bunch of immature Cedar Waxwings feasting on some red berries in Central Park.  Murray was there to capture them and in addition, he wrote this little poem!

A tree grows on a slope north-west of Cedar Hill…
whose berries were ripe for the pickin’.
as a flock of juvenile Cedar Waxwings discovered.
in they flew, out they flew, and now those berries are missin’.

Cedar waxwing

This looks like a berry nice place

berry, central park, cedar waxwing

I’ve got myself a nice juicy one!

red berries, cedar waxwing

I’d bend over backwards for a berry!

red berries, cedar waxwing, central park

Not quite ripe but I think it will be fine anyway.

berry

Humphhh at least, they left at least ONE berry for me!

All photos courtesy of Murray Head