Showing posts with label Simone Griffeth. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Simone Griffeth. Show all posts

Wednesday, April 04, 2007

Poppa, Rosie, Simone and Mutt

I was five when this photo was taken and my sister was a very elegant 16. We are pictured with each of the grandparents we were named after. My favorite grandfather's name was Simon and my sister was named for him. "Mutt's" actual name was Rose Anne and I was named for her.

My sister had already made her first national commercial by this point. She was riding her horse, Ginger, bareback on the football field in Bluffton one day when the commercial producers saw her. They were filming a Gulf oil spot on Hilton Head that called for a horse running with an engine sort of floating beside it on the beach, as I recall. This is way before the days of CGI so it required some doing.

The beautiful trained movie horse they flew out for the spot refused to have anything to do with the engine. So the crew was stuck on Hilton Head...then still retaining some of its remote barrier island charm...with a horse that wouldn't run.

They saw my sister and hired her to ride the horse bareback on the beach and force him to do his damn job. It was the first job of her career as an actress.


She made a decent living at acting throughout the 70's, 80's and into the 90's. She lived in Los Angeles for most of that time, though she did a stint off-Broadway in NYC for a time and lived there. Some of her films, like Death Race 2000 and Swamp Girl have reached cult status as well as the Golden Girls episode that she did.

I'm not much of an authority on her acting career. Chris, who visits the SMB and seems to be like, her biggest fan, ever....is better suited to be an expert on her work. And V-Man, I met him because he blogged about her, and I've really enjoyed the hell out of knowing him.

She's just my beautiful, talented big sister. And I love her.

I hope she is having a fabulous day doing exactly what she wants to do. I'm going to get off the phone line soon and call her.

Here are a list of links about her. And if you want to leave her a birthday message, I'll make sure she gets it. (please do this...she loves getting messages like that...I know she does, even though she's sort of cool about it) She doesn't read the blog because she's not so good at the internet tubes.



SIMONE GRIFFETH~Velociworld

Yeah...Well...My Sister's a MOVIE STAR! ~ The SMB
African Violets and Major Appliances~ The SMB
Simone on the ImDb





Friday, March 02, 2007


It's March and the time when all gay farm girls' fancies turn to poultry, baby chicks and the oncoming spring. I can't tell you how neat it is to come downstairs in the morning to hear the first cheeps coming from the incubator. Those fuzzy little sweet biddies with their promise of eggs and all things egg related.

When I was last at the Co-op in Newport, I checked out the bulletin board as I usually do. And saw the notice of when the chicks were going to arrive. I'm currently henless at the moment. I did get a bit disheartened by the predation issue here and just let my flock go. But I know what an idiot sucker I am for baby poultry. They are even going to have guinea keets for sale. I've been very desirous of getting guineas. Their eggs supposedly make the best french toast on earth. But now that I'm down to only two geese in the poultry department, I'm starting to miss all the fresh eggs.

Of course, once they start laying real good, you end up scouring ancient cookbooks for those egg rich recipes from the days when everyone had a home flock. You will find eggs in places you never expected. And it's true. An egg in the mix of almost anything makes it taste better, fry up better, or just add an extra bit of protein to the diet. And you have all these dozens of eggs that you hate to just feed back to the hens or give to the dogs.

Have I mentioned that I have a freakishly low cholesterol level? I'm not sure if I mentioned that before I moved to an agrarian lifestyle that I had a freakishly high one. In all of my years of city living I was a devoted member of the 200 + club. And I didn't really eat many eggs then.

Today's Food Porn Friday is all about getting rid of absurd quantities of chicken ovum in the most delicious ways possible.

When the eggs really start to add up, my favorite big egg user is home-made pasta.

Basically all pasta is flour and eggs. It's super easy to make and once you get used to it, it's a fairly easy thing to make. Semolina flour is preferred as a base flour. Bread flour mixed with a bit of cornmeal is a good substitute. Home-made pasta keeps well in the fridge for about a week. I usually make a larger batch than the recipe given so to have enough for a few meals. The more whole grains you use in the pasta, the better it is for you. Fiber makes a great "diet" food and is much more filling than a straight white flour pasta.

The equipment for making pasta by hand is very affordable. A hand cranked pasta machine will run you about 30 bucks at the kitchen supply. Atlas is the preferred brand and you can get all sorts of attachments for doing different shapes. Mine has angel hair and linguine and those are my favorite two textures. It will also roll out very thin sheets of pasta dough for making your own ravioli and gnocchi. I mix my dough in a food processor, but if you want to get real "old school" about it, you can do it by hand making a well in the middle of your flour and gradually incorporating the eggs.


Whole Wheat Tomato Basil Pasta
2 cups whole wheat flour
1/2 cup bread flour
1/2 cup corn meal
5 to 8 eggs (mix to firm consistency...it takes as many eggs as it takes) You can use even more eggs and cut the calories by only using the egg whites.
1/2 tin of tomato paste
1/2 cup of dried basil leaf

Place all ingredients in a food processor and mix until dough forms a tube shaped mass. Remove, knead more flour into dough by hand and let sit for about 20 minutes in a floured bowl.

Cut mass of flour into 1 inch thick slices. Pat out and roll through the roller of the machine several times, flouring between passes. Decrease the setting on the machine gradually to about #3. You now have a long sheet of thin pasta. Switch the crank on the machine to the desired cutter and pass the pasta through the machine to make the desired type of pasta.
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Brazilian Flan

I don't have a photo for this, but you will have to take my word for it that it is a showpiece of a dessert. It emerges out of a bundt cake pan to sit in a puddle of caramel sauce with the rich caramel oozing down the sides of the custard. If you fill the cavity with whipped cream and some fresh edible flowers, it makes a very elegant statement at a dinner party.

I haven't made it in a while since I usually prefer to make creme brulee, but it does eat up the eggs just as handily.

I'm posting this for my sister's admirer, Chris, who frequents the SMB for tidbits of info about my stunning actress sister and also for Velociman who has written so eloquently about her in the past. Simone is teaching acting these days to gifted and talented students on Hilton Head Island, having retired from acting full time. I believe she got this recipe from Jose Feliciano's household. My mother returned from one of her visits to my sister when she was living in L.A. quite starstruck and thrilled that she had dinner with Jose.

Simone's Brazilian Flan

1 cup sugar
1 can of sweetened condensed milk
2 cans(from condensed milk) whole milk
4 eggs

Caramelize sugar until golden brown in a small iron skillet. Coat the bottom of a bundt pan with the caramel.

In a blender, mix the condensed milk, eggs and whole milk. Pour into Bundt pan.

Set Bundt pan in a pan of water in a 350 degree oven for 1 and a half hours or until a toothpick comes out clean. Top of custard should be nice and brown.

When done, let it cool and then refrigerate, over night if possible, as this is better the second day. Turn the custard onto a serving plate. Can be served with whipped cream and fruit, but is marvelous just as it is.

So there you have it. A few egg rich recipes to fill out your pasta and dessert courses. I have many, many more, as you may well imagine. But it's the wrong time of year to torture you with my egg nog recipe.

I'll go back to dreaming of baby chicks and the promise of eggs.