Who says I don’t cook?

mark peel and daphne brogdon cook

we had fun and worked off each other well

A few weeks back Mark and I were guest on Hallmark Channel’s “Home and Family”.  It’s a great domestic oriented morning show.  No trash stories, helpful and fun.  Wish it was on my cable carrier.  Anyway,  We did a Chicken Thigh Throwdown. Everyone thinks Mark is nightly making me great meals. My standard line was, “sure, if I went into his restaurant.” But, at home I do most of the cooking and since we don’t have any restaurants anymore and my work has been…meek.. the last couple of years I’ve been cooking more than ever.

Mark getting his mic...I hope

Mark getting his mic…I hope

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 The idea was Mark would do the “restaurant” or fancy version of chicken thighs and I would do the easy, your family will eat version.

mark peel and daphne brogdon cookAs someone who made her living for years as a TV host I really appreciate a good host.  Christina Ferrare and Mark Steines are great and improvising and brought out the best in us.  It was the first time Mark and I have cooked together out of our home and it was a lot of fun.  In case you want to try either dish, here are the recipes.  Enjoy. http://www.hallmarkchannel.com/homeandfamily/recipe/markpeeldaphnebrogdonchickenthighthrowdown

Perfect blouse

When I was co hosting the Fashion Team my TV husband Lawrence Zarian use to say to me often, “I think you would look great in a crisp white blouse and a black pencil skirt.”  Being from LA for a second I thought he said, Crip’s white blouse, but no, that’s something for gang members.

Always up for a good makeover I bought a black pencil skirt pronto. BTW, LZ does make overs on Kelly Ripa’s show ( I don’t what it’s called now, but she looks so tiny next to the Regis replacement I find it odd), Entertainment Tonight and just about every other syndicated chat show in America.  He is the “The Fashion Guy” and I love him, ALTHOUGH  he did not send me a review copy his first ever book.  ”Lawrence Zarian’s 10 commandments for a perfect wardrobe.”  I’m sure one of them is a crisp white blouse.lawrence zarians book

But, with my ample bosom and big ribs the crisp white buttoned blouse often looked slatternly.

June, or Daphne, is busting out all over

June, or Daphne, is busting out all over

I love the tailored look, but the tailored look didn’t love short waisted me.  While my ex TV husband  did NOT send me a book or a white blouse In Style Essentials  did.  A  fantastic white blouse for the well endowed.  It’s a great choice for gals who want to look crisp, professional, classic, but aren’t built like Lauren Bacall.  Here is the KEY: you order it based on your BRA SIZE.  Because I can be anything from a 4 to a 10 in a blouse.  It so depends on how it is cut.  This blouse covers my ta- ta’s without pulling.

a selfie of instyle essential blouse

a selfie of instyle essential blouse

NOW, my one ding on it is this:  I think I need the lower waist measured too.  They sent it to me right before Christmas and I looked great.  But, after two weeks of holiday parties, eating, treadmill gathering dust it did pull a bit on the muffin bump.  But, over all it fit better than other tailored shirts I have tried. I’m a 34D for those keeping track at home. (was not paid for review, but did keep the blouse)

on set with LZ, Vivica Fox. I didn't need a make over that day

on set with LZ, Vivica Fox. I didn’t need a make over that day

One of my commandments is the spray tan.  Takes ten pounds off.

Who invited Cassandra to the party?

Fasten your seat belt, the holidays are here.  This is it, after this moment count me out.  Family has already started to arrive and I have pull the trigger on which vegi side dish to cook I’m think creamed corn.  It’s probably just as well I stay close to home as the last couple of gatherings that were “work” related I should have changed my name to Cassandra.

First I went to Deca, my old partners in forming this site and Momversation back in the dark ages ( almost 6 years ago). They were throwing a launch party for a cartoon series.  They didn’t make it, but someone on their board did.  I nodded as I was told this shoving a bbq sandwich in my mouth.  Rebecca Woolf of Girls Gone Child and Kim Tracy Prince, mom blogger buddies were there. I hadn’t seen them in a while so it was nice to catch up.  Kim lives far away, Rebecca is close but has 4 kids, two baby twins, so she might as well be in Phoenix. We discussed a few things while we stood there.

the old gang

1) why has the ability to monetize blogging become so difficult?

2) why is the wine served in pre wrapped glasses?  ( they sponsored the party)

3) why did a cartoon with a large busted mom character, that after my brief viewing seemed to be full of hack characters  get money behind it to be made? Perhaps because it’s voiced by Miss Eva Longoria.

4) Is there a disconnect between the consumer and producers of content?  Or is it I who have the disconnect?

When anyone asked, “Hi, Daphne, how are you doing?”

Me; “Great.  You know mom blogging is dead, right?”  I didn’t get a lot of protest. None.

I guess I wasn’t too much a Debbi Downer, because  this week Kim Tracy Prince invited me to a shopping meca near me to drink free wine and meet Randi Zuckerberg and get her book.  The sister to Mr. Facebook worked at FB, and is now doing her own thing and  has written a book. ( Her signing was post free wine.)  So, they called Kim, who called her blogging lady pals and I had two glasses of Sauvignon blanc.  Again, nice to see some of the old gang I hadn’t see in a while.

“You know mom blogging is dead?” I chirped as I shoved a now called fried calamari in my mouth.

“My site was never a mom blogging site, it’s about fashion.” said one blogger.

Randi is a very nice, personable woman. She has good people skills.  If she was a posting I would hit “Like”. In this picture I look like I’m so proud of my life partner.  Kim took it and she said, ” you guys look like you are going to go on a date.”  Hey, I could do a lot worse.

Later at the book signing for “Dot Complicated.” Randi handled it well when I asked, “What did you think about how the movie “The Social Network” made your brother seem autistic.  I don’t know him, but from what I’ve seen of him he doesn’t seem like that.”   Like a politician she praised the movie from a cinematic stand point, but said 70% of it was incorrect and that the actors did not mingle with the real life counterparts.  I also liked that she is focused on getting little girls to be engineers and work in technology.  ”If you really want to change the world, be an engineer.”  Oh, don’t take improv?  I was mis-informed.

I cradled my book under my arms as I waved good-bye to my fellow content creators.  ”Dead, it’s dead, it over.” I sang out as the escalator took me down.  Then it hit me. It’s great Randi Zuckeberg wants to help young girls, but who is starting the initiative for retraining of sassy middle aged ladies with a creative bent?

Maybe that should be my next project.

 

 

enough with the psycho sexual billboards

Clear Channel Outdoors are the worst kind of whores.  No standards, or why else would they carry those foul billboards for “American Horror Story”? Does anyone involved with that show have children?  Daughters?  Because when I’m driving around town with my 8 year old girl and from the back seat I hear,

“Oh, no mommy there it is again.”  

I didn’t point it out to her.  When see stuff like this I hope my kids are busy punching each other or talking about farts.  But, if they bring it up, we have to talk about it. It’s so gross and vile to women.  3 women have a Snake coming out of their mouths.  No, that’s not sexual. ( roll of eyes), that’s not objectifying to women ( eyes roll other direction). Hey porn and smut and bloody horror shows and movies are all legal.  Good for you now, knock  yourself out, but kids who are strapped in the back of their parents cars and just staring out the window shouldn’t have to look at this stuff.

I can intellectually say why it’s disturbing.  My daughter says so instinctively.   I use to rail against the dismembered females bodies that that that stupid show about the plastic surgeons in Miami use to have.  Wait, another F/X show!  Granted years ago I had a good time when I hosted a show for F/X, before they decided to become the basic cable HBO. Our publicity photos was me and my co shots on a couch with bulldog.  The bulldog just sat.

I say to my daughter, “I’m really sorry you have to see that Vivien.  It’s immature.  They want to shock people with icky imagery. I’m sorry I can’t make it go away.”

If we are never able to regulate billboards content this place is going to look like Pottersville.

Oh, it already does

who’s the daddy?

Good news, my life has meaning again.  Or rather, something light, superficial that I can fixate my mind on and not worry about real life stresses.  I’m talking about the Mia Farrow BOMBSHELL that her son is not Woody Allen’s, but Frank Sinatra.

My first reaction to the headline, Oh, that Mia, I get that she is still very pissed at Woody, who can blame her.  But, obviously that’s just a way to needle him from afar after he married her daughter ( yuck, gross).

Then I saw the picture.

C’mon, either that’s Frank’s son, or Mia had him all by herself, because that kid did not spring from this guy.

more likely

Sure the bone structure could be his mom’s, but the young blue eye’s could have gotten it from ole blue eyes.  My guess is even if he is not Frank’s son, he is not Woody’s either. Maybe he came form HandsomeNordicSperm.com .

Now, “Annie Hall” is my favorite move of all time.  However, I have been a Sinatra fan since I was a kid. My first time on radio in college was as “the Sinatra expert.”  I have more cool Sinatra stuff then I know what to do with.                                     I have a pair of his wive’s shoes.

Framed.  Yes, yes I do.

So, that the idea that Frank could be living in in the form of young, hunky, Rhodes scholar who works for human rights, well, I’m in!   If he gets a show on MSNBC  I will be watching.

As a mom I have to say to Mia Farrow, you done good mom.  That kid could be nutso with all that went on, but what a nice boy he is!  Funny and smart.  Look at his twitters

Yes, I’m a new follower.

who knew?

Who Knew?

That if your husband decides to clean out the garage it would take him two weeks and still not be done?

Who Knew that when he leaves out old stereo equipment and the DVD’s and VHS of your career there would be a freak July rainstorm and he didn’t think to cover these things?

Who Knew?

That the 140 times you thought, “I have to get those VHS transferd” would have been time wasted because now they are probably ruined.

Who Knew?

That you would want to force your kids to watch those tapes because this morning your 4 year old said that unlike Handy Manny “mommy, you and I don’t have a job”.

Who Knew?

I would tell my son that I do work, but “that my main job is taking care of you and Vivien.” Who Knew that would come as a surprise to me as I said it.

Who Knew that my house would end of up looking like the Clampetts.

Mother’s day, yuck

Please do not send me one more pitch about things to do for Mother’s day.  I never, ever liked it.  Well, not true I did enjoy the breakfast in bed last year and watching my political show in peace, but really, they could do that for me another time.

Sure, would I love a massage, ear rings, sitting on Hugh Jackman’s lap?  Yes, sure who wouldn’t?

Look around.  Is there someone near you who doesn’t have a mom?  Maybe a kid in your own kids school, or an organization that supports kids in foster care. The other week I sat next to a lovely lady at a charity lunch that my mother had helped with.  She works for an organization that brings kids to their moms in prison on Mother’s Day.  It’s called Get on the bus.   I’d rather spread the love around on Mother’s day and think of the people who feel like crap on it.  Where is Orphan Day?  Or,mommy dearest day?  Ha, what about that?

But, Hugh, the key is under the mat.

Hausfrau!

I always feel like I need to be doing when my kids are in school.  Advancing work stuff, or exercising.  Writing.

Not today.  I’m embracing my inner hausfrau.  I’m working on cripsy kale.  Some with red pepper spice for me, some without for me kids.  While I watch the Season Finale of Dallas. I went through 45 minutes of self loathing while I formulated this plan.  Then decided to go for it.

Here is what I have learned in the last 90 minutes.

1) who killed JR

2) TNT has really annoying repititve commericals when you watch their shows on their site.

3) pre cut kale doesn’t work well for kale chips because the stems are too pronounced.  Better to buy whole, tear.  Thus even though it’s a pain to dry greens, better not to get the pre washed type.

cut kale not as good

4) the salt ratio is best attained on kale when I mix the salt and kale and olive oil in a bowl as opposed to sprinkling on the pan

5) I have a little cougar crush on Josh Henderson

from perezhilton.com

6) with Kale, more oil is helpful

Let’s be honest.  In about 2 hours I pick up my kids, start on the homework, after school enrichment wheel.  It’s okay to test a recipe and watch one of my favorite shows.  Even if I have to write a blog to justify it.

Road trip 2

Okay, so this is the part 2 of my Spring Break family adventure.  Not like Hangover 2… except I think they both had barf in them.

Just so you know what an awful mother I am… we pulled over while Rex was sleeping.  In the FRONT seat, he would only barf in the back seat.  Well, we wanted to redeem this sick ride and pulled over to see the Giant Redwoods.

There were almost no cars on the side of the road… a little bit off the highway… where we parallelled park to where you can walk in and scramble under and on these massive redwood trees.  The downed trees lay on the ground and the standing ones let in little sunshine so it’s a mossy, insulated carpet like world.  We locked the car with Rex inside  I was planning to only walk a few feet away with my brand new camera, but was so captivated I walked further.   I think ten minutes passed when Vivien and Mark were climbing over a downed tree asking me to climb up as well.

“no I better check on Rex”  Usually he is out for a long time when he sleeps in the car.

There was an old lady sitting on stump near the road.  ”It’s like Avatar!”  She started talking to me like I knew her.  I was trying to be polite but felt I needed to get to the car.  Then I heard the shrieking.  Rex had awoken.  To an EMPTY car.  He was LOCKED in.  He was POUNDING on the glass.

“Excuse me”  I said as I ran to the car to let my trapped child out.

The kept talking, “if one tree dies they all die.”

I opened up the car.  He was hysterical. Poor baby.  I felt like crap.  Well, I really felt Mark should feel like bigger crap, because at least I came back.  He was still skipping around like a blue faced what cha ma call it.

Rex recovered fast and he liked the trees too.

the boy formerly known as traumatized

Then about 90 minutes later we were at our goal.  The country home of my former boss, mentor, dear friend, second dad Dr. Dean Edell He and his wife Sharon have a happy life there.  He is retired and has a great spread, kind of like his own little Yosemite.  I visited once before when Viv was 3 and Rex was in my belly.   The carefree days of thinking I had a secure financial future.

Dean and lil' Viv

It was great to see them.  They are dear people.  Sharon has a PhD in Geology and co authored the first book on California Oaks, so hiking with her I learned more than in most college class.  Bonus, no homework. It was great for my kids to just run and play and not scream at them for fear they were going to be hit by a car.

I really dug that the Edell’s said my kids were the most fearless kids they’d seen there.  Vivien went on her own little hike and came back with a deer jaw.  Later I walked with the kids and we saw the other parts remaining of the deer.  ”This is how animals really are, it’s not like Disney” I said.  Really telling myself since I grew up in LA I thought nature was Swiss Family Robinson Tree house in Disney land.  Fiberglass looks so real!

It was too short of a visit.  Next time we have to stay longer.  Next time I’m not driving down from Portland!  The ride home was a tad brutal.  So brutal I begged to have a few hours of sleep at some truck stop motel.

The kids were kissing the house when we returned.  It did go through my mind.. “why did I do this? Why do I make the effort, spend the money?”  Ah, we ate great ice cream, saw great friends and saw deer bones. That’s why.

 

Getting back to my roots

Let’s talk about the really big news around here.  My hair.

After 20 years of dying my hair blonde.  I have gone back to my roots. Well, with a few highlights as well.  I’ve been thinking about this for a long time.

I'm naturally blonde and I have a cake!

Hear is my Hair Story:  Like many of us I was a blonde little child.  Golden locks, wispy buttery strands that flew through the rich Culver City air.  I stood out in my clan as they were all brown haired, brown eyed people.

Make Blonde not war

Then in adolescents.. I started to change.  The hair became darker, so I sprayed on Sun In.  But, that left it kind of orangy.  By High School I was done trying.  It was all brown.  My super thick hair a blunt cut that sat on my head like a helmet.  So, I cut it SHORT.  Very Molly Ringwald 1980′s. Daphne Brogdon 1980′s.

Molly, not me, but very close

I went to college and let it go where it would.  I was thinking about saving the world and listening to Grateful Dead, wearing huarache sandals so I didn’t realize that I had developed (gulp)

A MULLET

It was even kind of blue for awhile and then red, due to some temporary dye that wasn’t.  But, hey college is a time of experimentation, right?

"Does that girl have a mullet?"

I went home one summer before my junior year and walked into my friend Carolyn’s hair salon.  ”OMG ” she screamed,  ” You look like someone from Sonoma County.”  This was before Sonoma county had great wine and cheese, but was hick central.  I finally came to.

“HELP ME”  She chopped the party in the back off.  Several weeks later she put in highlights.  Then I was on the road to blonde.  It felt like I was back to me.  The golden child.

Now, blondes do turn heads.  But, not so much when they are in sweat pants pushing a stroller.  I like my blonde when I’m all done up or on TV.

If only I always looked like this. But then I'd be on Real Housewives of Culver City

But, that’s not what most of my life is like.  I still want to be pretty.  I have not “given up”.  But, I don’t want to chase a look right now either. It’s also a lot of maintenance and money. I tell Vivien as I gaze at her naturally perfect highlighted hair, don’t chase the blonde Viv.  When you are older, go gently into the sweet night of brown. I don’t want her to spend time on that when she will be in a great scientist discovering a cure for cancer.  She has better things to do.

So, I’ve gone brown.  I’ve gone bangs.  Michele Obama said her bangs were her mid life crisis.  I feel kind of the same way. Although, I would prefer Channing Tatum or Bradley Cooper to also be part of this crisis.“Daph, we like brunettes. Brown brings out the blue eyes”

This is going to sound really goofy, but going darker is one of the bravest things I’ve done in a while.  My friends really see it.  Most like it, a few say they prefer the blonde.  Talking about hair sounds trite, yet it is a part of our identity.

I’ll probably go blonde again.  I always pictured myself a little old lady in a golf dress  with over tan skin in Palm Springs, short blonde hair dropping coins for the lifeguard to pick up for me

I would love to look like Cloris when I'm her age

We’ll see.