Friday, 29 September 2017

Julia louis-Dreyfus...

...is better than shoes. Period.

Yeah, yeah, I know what you are going to say, a person must be better than shoes, after all they are just "things", right?... nah... not! I could right now, off the top of my head, name you at least a dozen that are definitely not... even when considering the ugliest shoes possible... we are talking crocs, people! Don't believe me? Well, here I go: everyone who's a racist! There! I'm already way above the dozen! People in general are not, by default, better than shoes!

But Ms Louis-Dreyfus, Julia, well she is! Hands down! She is a comedic genius! From her incomparable Elaine who stood as an equal next to Jerry and George and left her unforgettable mark in perhaps the funniest ever comedy in the history of television, the "show about nothing" which was "something" indeed and is always sorely missed ever since, to her incredible Veep, the most hilarious ever fictional politician (and oh, so, so bad!)  who, with her entourage of extraordinary talented actors has made me laugh so hard I literally peed my panties! Oh, and of course, who can forget her SNL days and her "old" Christine! Oh, and her "Enough said", with the amazing James Gandolfini, just gorgeous! She's already a legend in my book!

In a predominantly male profession, that of comedy, she has proven time and again (yes, start counting her awards, it will take some time...) that we girls can be funny! Not just funny, magnificently hilarious! She is not alone, the rest of the ladies are there with her, Amy and Tina and Sam and Sarah and so many others, I love them all and they make me laugh with my heart and that, right there, is the most extraordinary gift because, laughter is life! And I could never thank her for it! I mean, I would love to but, hey, our roads do not really cross... damn...

So, I have been pissed off majorly since yesterday when she shared with me, and the whole world obviously, that she's off to a new battle against some stupid rotten cells but, hey, I would bet a pair of Alaïa high heel sandals that she's gonna win! I predict total annihilation of the enemy! And while doing it, she will also manage to help bring awareness to many of us to take care of ourselves and to fight for everyone's right to health care! That's how badass she is!

Ps. October is breast cancer awareness month, ladies! Get checked, stay healthy, fight for your right to health care! Remember, #fuckcancer

Saturday, 23 September 2017

Foie gras...

...is not better than shoes. In fact, most times, duck liver pâté makes me gag... so, when it comes to the table at a restaurant (usually as part of a surprise menu or in an otherwise good dish) I always ask my boyfriend to taste it and tell me whether there is a slight chance to perhaps be able to stomach it... and he does... and he is wonderful for it but this post is not about him. This post is about relationships in general and all those small things that sometimes go unnoticed but which, in reality, are the glue that keeps two (or more, I'm not judging) people together... not foie gras...

Usually, when it comes to relationships, we are aware of the big things... I mean, we know whether our relationship has a sound foundation because we agree in basic, fundamental issues with our partner. We know whether we love our partner, respect them and care for the and where we stand on politics, religion, kids, work, money, future... but we tend to let the small things go overlooked, like, when they remember that we hate spinach and take it out of our plate if the little devil sneakily finds itself there by some sort of tragic accident... or when they silently acknowledge that we are terrible at keeping up with all the software updates and they do them for us... or that we don't have to even ask for some water but just holding up an eampty glass during dinner signals them to fill it up... or that they offer to go get breakfast on a Saturday morning in the pouring rain... or warm up our cold feet or make us some tea after dinner...

Yep... these are small things and maybe these alone would not be able to hold two people together if the big things were not there... but, then again, without them I doubt that a relationship would last either... I mean, these little things I think are the everyday tokens of love, little manifestations that our partner is thinking about us... and, ok, I don't know about you but I do think they are a true blessing in a relationship! They are our daily dosage of reassurance, the "all systems go" in stead of the "Huston, we have a problem" when we ask ourselves if we (still) are with the right person... and, as there are no guarantees ever when it comes to love, I guess these little things are what confirms an ever going love story... and, as far as I'm concerned, they are better than shoes!

Tuesday, 29 August 2017

Grilled sardines on bread...

I have never been a fan of sardines... which, given that I'm in love with a Portuguese, has not made me very popular many a time... I mean, they are small, full of tiny fish bones, messy to eat... no, never have been a fan of the little silver back fish, not even when neatly put in a can...

But... in the right setting... imagine a little fishermen's village in the Algarve, in the south of Portugal, having just started a long craved and well deserved holiday, after a wonderful day by the pool and while the creepy, milky whiteness of the winter skin has already given its place to a rather healthy glow.... no, not a tan yet... we have a long way to go... imagine all worries have started to fade away, work and stress feel so far away and the only thing to be taken care of is the afternoon/after lunch nap... now imagine a lovely Portuguese man who ever so gentlemanly offers to clean a sardine, put on a slice of bread and offer it generously for my delight!

Mmmmm... as I sink my teeth in the juicy, salty grilled fish and continue to reach the bread underneath, I savour both the taste of sea and land, with the olive oil bringing it all together in a marriage made in heaven! So much has been written for the sardine, the Portuguese worship the silver, chubby nymph of the ocean and I don't think I could ever match their eloquence in describing its devine taste... but that does not stop me from praising it once more today in this post! Because it was so good, so incredibly good in its simplicity! Perhaps it was the loving offer, perhaps it was the holiday magic... no matter what the reason, today, I tell you in all my honesty, grilled sardines on bread are better than shoes!