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mixed berry crisp

Monday, July 25, 2016 •



Potent Emotional Experiences That Deserve Their Own Definitions

1. That thing where you're at work feeling soft and feminine, and suddenly a virtual stranger comes up behind you and begins brusquely slicking your hair back into a severe french twist that you'd never in a million years choose yourself. You have no say in the matter, no mirror, and you will regard it for the first time along with millions of television viewers. Ah, showbiz.

2. That thing where you remove your son's diaper, and in a mere .0000000007 seconds, he squats and poops on his rug. You're simultaneously horror-struck and also deeply proud of his vocal development as he announces "potty" perfectly while doing the deed.

3. That thing where you race race race across town to (let's just say) kick ass at a Very Big Audition. The producers seem smitten. They say, "See you soon!" with winky voices and knowing smiles, then three days later your agent tells you you're out of the running. (Note to producers: maybe don't say, "See you soon!" to an actor that you plan on not seeing soon.)

4. That thing where the Rite Aid shopping cart receptacle is empty, so you're forced to alternately carry/wrangle your wild-animal toddler in a pharmacy line long enough to rival Space Mountain's. You put him down for two seconds and he knocks 432 things off a nearby shelf. You try as gently as possible to restrain him with one hand while replacing the 432 things. Meanwhile, he begins some blood-curdling screaming. Suddenly, you have a time-warp-matrix moment where you flash to see your present-day self through the eyes of the childless person you once were, judging the exact thing that you now are living. You have instant forgiveness/compassion for both versions of you.

5. That thing where you look forward to an MRI so you can lie down.

6. That thing where you're in an audition waiting room and a fellow actress takes a wig out of her purse and begins combing it with her fingers while whispering lines under her breath. You wonder: What the frack is that lady doing? Is she running her scene with the wig? Is it a prop? Is it her good luck charm? Is it another hair option she may employ in her audition? Is she crazy? Is she genius? Should I get a wig? BRB going to get a wig.

7. That thing where you're at a play date in a park with a new mom friend, and while her toddler is serenely watching a Roly Poly saunter up the bark of a tree for THIRTY SOLID MINUTES, yours is running perimeter drills and occasionally lunging toward the street, inflicting 20 heart attacks upon you.

8. That thing where you find someone else's booger in your pocket and just leave it there.

9. That thing where you tell someone in the park that they look like their dog and they give you a dirty look which makes them look even more like their dog. You consider asking if you can take a picture of them together but chicken out. Yet you still fantasize about posting the (nonexistent) picture on Instagram, complete with caption and emojis. (Twin dancing bunny girls for the win.)

10. That thing where you offer to make a dessert for a neighborhood dinner party on the hottest day of the year. It goes into the oven with no time to spare, so you're forced to carry the heavy, bubbling-hot dish with two potholders while walking 3 long blocks. You sweat like a beast from the underworld. The sweat is everywhere. The sweat activates a shame spiral that includes thoughts like why am I always running so late? and the inside of these goddamned potholders should be much more absorbent, and what am I doing with my life? The dessert turns out to be the hit of the party and you wholeheartedly choose to believe you pulled it off without a hitch.






Mixed Berry Crisp
serves 8
adapted from Sheila Lukins

This gal is a humble showstopper. She's easy-peasy to make, and even thrown together in haste she's pretty stunning. She'll do just fine with gluten-free flour and/or coconut sugar if you choose.

Berry mixture:
6 cups fresh berries (blueberry/blackberry/strawberry is a standup combo but have at it)
2 T sugar
1/4 cup flour
1/4 t cinnamon
juice of 1/4 lemon

Topping:
1 cup rolled oats
1/2 cup flour
1/2 cup brown sugar
fat pinch kosher salt
1/2 cup (one stick) very cold butter, cut into 1/2" cubes.

For serving:
vanilla ice cream

Preheat oven to 350F and butter a 9" glass pie dish. In a bowl, gently toss the berries with the sugar, flour, cinnamon and lemon juice. Set aside. In a new bowl, make the topping: whisk together the oats, flour, brown sugar and salt. With a pastry blender or your fingers, cut in the butter until the mixture resembles coarse crumbs.

Pour the berries into the prepared pie dish and cover with the topping, spreading it out evenly. Place on a rimmed baking sheet and bake for about 55 minutes, or until the top is golden and the berries are bubbling. Serve warm or at room temperature with vanilla ice cream.

xoxo
love,
jolie

P.S. These days we need this ------------> A case for optimism

pumpkin muffins with fresh cranberries

Tuesday, December 29, 2015 •




Happiest Holidays, friends!

Please don't tell me if I missed the pumpkin/cranberry boat. My heart can't take it. These days I have way too much on my plate and if you tell me these muffins are currently irrelevant, I will cry real and giant tears. I finally whipped them up after getting inspired weeks (and weeks) ago and haven't gotten them posted here until now. Sigh. I keep making lists upon lists and for every one thing that gets crossed off, 637 more things get added. How the FRACK do you moms/parents do it? And at Christmastime no less?! I recently read an article called How To Cross Everything Off Your To-Do List! (#mydream), and it basically involved a lot of perspective-changing trickery like: "Add some things to the list you've already done and cross them off!" and my favorite gem: "Let your house remain a complete shithole!". 

My December included lots of extra (and sometimes surprising) things to do like:

1. Wash 75,385 loads of laundry.
PRAY GOD, FROM WHENCE DOES IT COME??? It doesn't help that our thirteen-year-old dryer sounds like a dying pachyderm riding on a big, rusty freight train.

2. Read Brown Bear Brown Bear, What Do You See? 238,590,823 times.
Spoiler alert: RED BIRD.

3. Chase a scooting monkey around in circles interminably.
'Tis a full time job keeping him from eating ripped magazine covers and finding hidden TV remotes and iPhones as I steal head sniffs and cheek smooches.

4. Clean the floor around the highchair 97 times daily.
I have nothing pithy to say about this. It sucks rocks.

5. Try to remember the Zen quote involving chopping wood and carrying water.
Realize, ironically, that all this trying to remember takes me out of the present moment which probably means I am not yet enlightened. Shit.

6. (Barely) survive getting your eye (almost) poked out.
I was reading Louis a book (bet you can't guess which one) when a rogue baby fingernail wildly flailed into my cornea. MY LORD did it hurt. I literally screamed, "My eye!" and couldn't open it for 36 hours. All the while freaking out since I had a television job beginning in a couple days. And also of course because vision.

7. Have you ever been dropped off at the ER?
It's super hard not to feel sorry for yourself going in there solo. Even though my loving husband lovingly let me out at the front door (we didn't want to expose baby to ER germs), I couldn't help thinking how in the movies, some guilt-ridden criminal barely slows the car enough to kick out some poor sap who needs dire emergency care. Then they just lie alone on the ground bleeding, in a big, wide shot until some paramedic on a smoke break runs over to help.

8. Act like your eye is normal at the table-read for your television job even despite unaccounted-for chunk of cornea.
I couldn't wear makeup on the bum eye (Doctor's orders) but went whole hog on the good one. In hindsight (boo), this was a terrible mistake. Only donning mascara on one eye is extremely disconcerting to the viewer (see: A Clockwork Orange). And draws way more attention to your problem than you want drawn to it. At your television job. Where everyone is looking at you. Because you're going to be on television.

9. Take to your bed around 8pm for a few nights and listen to podcasts in the dark.
It takes a LOT of freaking eye energy to act normal when you're not. Your husband will realize the gravity of the situation when you cannot watch TV. Try and get a back rub out of it.

10. Finally start to feel better. 
When eye doctor extraordinaire Staci Sumner (818-789-3311) found out the hospital didn't insert a protective contact, she came in after hours to hook me up special. I could immediately blink without pain and it was all I could do to not kiss that magical woman on the mouth.

11. Enjoy adult conversations at work. 
"Can you believe a few days ago I was nearly blind and in the ER!? And now here I am on TV! Hahaha!"

12. Look at iPhone without sneaking it. 

13. Drink a hot beverage from top to bottom with zero microwaving. 

14. Clean the floor under a highchair zero times for two days straight.

15. Praise the Lord Almighty when, on first day of filming, you are blessed with the makeup artist to beat all makeup artists.
Admire beauty in mirror. Feel excited that co-workers will not believe you to be a Clockwork-Orange-freak after all. Profusely compliment makeup artist. Ask (half-teasing) how in the hell he made you so beautiful and try not to flinch when he explains (not at all teasing) that he's an expert in "corrective beauty".

16. Squat on dressing room floor so breast pump can reach boobs and electrical outlet simultaneously.
Wonder how long you'll continue to nurse. Cry about stopping. Cry about continuing. Cry about missing kid something awful. Realize crying is probably good for your healing cornea but bad for your corrective makeup.

17. Long for the long days of brown bears and loud laundry and head sniffs.
Text babysitter 836 times demanding mundane updates and bi-hourly photos.

18. Finish TV show. Go home. Smooch child profusely until he scoots away, most likely terrified. Enjoy him for 12 hours solid and then begin missing adult conversations and hot beverages and corrective makeup.

19. Wonder how any mother works. Wonder how any mother doesn't work.
Still figuring this one out. Stay tuned forever.

20-26. Somehow cram in Christmas shopping, grocery shopping, Holiday cards, meal preparation, blog writing, muffin making and personal hygiene.

27. Trim baby's nails.


I wish you a belated yet heartfelt Happy Holidays, dear friends. We have so many blessings to celebrate over here with our dude turning ONE on New Year's Eve! It's been quite a year. More on that later.

In the meantime, I wish you deep peace and love from the bottom of my heart. We have to cultivate all that goodness so we can spread it around this crazy world we're living in.

xxxxxooooo
jolie

P.S. These muffins are really good.
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Low-Sugar Pumpkin Muffins With Fresh Cranberries
makes 12
adapted slightly from The New York Times

These are nice and pumpkin-spice-y without being too sweet. And the fresh cranberries prove the perfect tart foil. Bonus: babies love the squishy inside part and you could probably use even less sugar and they'd taste amazing to a clueless baby.

3/4 cup whole wheat flour
3/4 cup all-purpose flour
1/2 cup brown sugar
3/4 t ground cinnamon
3/8 t ground allspice
1/2 t baking soda
1/2 t baking powder
1/4 t salt
1/4 cup butter, melted
1-1/4 cup canned pumpkin puree
1 egg, lightly beaten
1 cup fresh cranberries, rinsed and halved

Preheat oven to 350F. Grease a muffin tin or line with paper liners. In a medium bowl, combine all the dry ingredients: flours, sugar, cinnamon, allspice, baking soda, baking powder, salt. Whisk together well and set aside. In another bowl, mix the butter, pumpkin puree and egg. Add the wet to the dry and stir until just combined. Mix in the cranberries. Divide the batter amongst the 12 muffin cups and bake about 30 minutes, or until a tester comes out clean.

snapshots 2015

Wednesday, July 29, 2015 •


Hello, loves:)

Wow. I can't believe I've been so long away. I'm still seriously finding my footing in this new momhood experience and all the juggling has caused a lot of most things to temporarily fall by the wayside. Mainly, it's that I've been using every possible spare non-Louis moment to write (and retool and change and tweak and pore over) a one-act play for this yearly breast cancer benefit performance that opened last weekend. I'm also directing and acting in the piece (control freak, anyone?), but putting myself out there as a playwright is proving to be a whole new level of vulnerability for moi. Crap. I'm definitely calling upon the wisdom of Brene Brown these days. (Do you know her? If not, she and her work are remarkable.)

If you're in LA, come out and see the show! It's called Snapshots and is such fun and for a great cause. You can purchase tickets here for this upcoming weekend. Would love to see you.

More soon soon soon.

xoxo
jolie

P.S. This guy is crawling, pulling to stand and has TWO TEETH:



brown butter banana bread with bourbon and walnuts

Friday, April 11, 2014 •










Hello Lovelies.

Firstly, a heart-felt thank you for all the support following my last post. I did not expect the giant outpouring of love that I received. It touched me so much. I can't believe how many friends, friends-of-friends, and people I don't even know reached out to share how they're dealing with (or have dealt with) fertility stuff. We all cope in silence to some degree (on all fronts, not just when baby-making) and yet this week reminded me how interconnected we truly are. Here's to remembering that when we need it the most.

This week has been a whirlwind of life: doctor's appointments, errand running, tax preparation, external hard drive set-up, auditions, soup making, quilt making, car washing, wine drinking, dog hugs, coffee with friends, hikes, laughs, Pilates classes, pottery classes, teaching, and as many Game of Thrones episodes I could stay awake for. In the middle of it all, I had a TV appearance that amounted to maybe 7 whole seconds of screen time.

Eight months ago when I shot the thing, I had one of the most fun days I've ever had on set. I played a trashy, horrible girl from Queens who had bad hair, nazi tattoos and fake teeth. I was just in one scene but man, I had a blast. I laughed all day with the cast and crew and desperately tried not to laugh when the scene called for me to remove my fake teeth, take after take. (Trust me, that was very difficult.) So when it aired this week and the entire scene was cut down to 7 seconds (and zero dialogue), it stung. Not only was my ego bruised, but it felt like an insult to my experience, like it meant less. I wanted to tell everyone how awesome it had been and how I had a whole scene originally and how fulfilling it was to shoot. I wanted it to look as funny and wonderful and special as it felt to me that day. And it didn't. It looked like 7 seconds.

Needless to say, it was (yet another) lesson in letting go of what others think (truth: they're not really thinking about it). I have to let the feeling of my experience be the representation of it. Not some external, diminished version that a million TV executives had their hands in. I can't control any of that, nor is it personal.

Ironically, if I *don't* let it go, I'm diminishing my own life this week by making it only about 7 seconds on TV, instead of all the other blessings and wonderful things that went down. Like dog hugs and belly laughs and couch time with DP. And all the love and support I feel from so many of you. Also: banana bread. Banana bread went down. And nobody puts banana bread in a corner.


Brown Butter Banana Bread With Bourbon and Walnuts
makes 1 loaf

1/2 cup (1 stick) unsalted butter
2 cups all-purpose (or gluten free flour + 1/4 t xanthan gum)
1 t baking soda
1/2 t baking powder
1 t cinnamon
1 t kosher salt
2 large eggs
3 large (or 4 small) really ripe bananas, smashed
1 cup packed dark brown sugar
1/4 cup bourbon whiskey
1 t vanilla extract
1/3 cup sour cream
1 cup chopped walnuts, divided


Preheat oven to 350F and grease a loaf pan. Brown the butter (great tutorial here). Pour into a separate bowl to avoid burning and set aside to cool. In a large bowl, combine the flour, baking soda, baking powder, cinnamon and salt. Whisk well and then add the brown sugar, whisking again. In a separate medium bowl, whisk the eggs. Then add the mashed bananas, sour cream, whiskey and vanilla and cooled butter. Mix well. Fold the wet ingredients into the dry until everything is just combined and then fold in 3/4 cup of the nuts, being careful not to over mix. Spread into prepared loaf pan, sprinkle the top with remaining 1/4 cup nuts, and (depending on your oven) bake about 45-60 minutes, or until a tester inserted into the center comes out clean. Cool in the loaf pan for 20 minutes and then turn out onto a rack to cool completely. Bonus points: serve with bourbon-spiked whipped cream!

xoxo
jolie

P.S. Do you guys get these daily Notes From The Universe emails? They are wonderful. Case in point:

Everything in your life right now is awesome. Everything is in its right place, under grace, and whether or not this makes perfect sense yet, one day it will. And the time swiftly approaches when you'll be exceedingly grateful for all that has brought you to this day and contributed to who you've become, because it is exactly that person who is now poised to live as you have always dreamed you would one day live.

Beautiful and apropos, no?

P.P.S. If you like Game of Thrones and also goats ---------------> you'll enjoy this.

...and quilter

Thursday, September 19, 2013 •







It's been so busy around here. And as much as I sometimes feel like I'm barely keeping up with it all, I know I thrive when things are spinning a little. I like having different projects in various stages, different facets of me stimulated. The variety is good for me; I like it. This week has been full of auditions of all sorts. I got to play a recovering addict, a mid-western mom, a former stripper, a former TV star, a fiancee to a convicted murderer, a trick-or-treating costume-wearer, and a karaoke singer. Interspersed with all those meetings, I got to play Lena's mom, a teacher to a bunch of awesome young actors, a wife, a hiker, a Pilates-doer, a meditator, a friend, a daughter, a writer, a recipe-tester, a dinner party hostess, a concert-goer*, a cleaning lady, a household manager, an accountant, and a potter. (David and I just enrolled in a pottery class to fill our spare time.)

Oh, and I made a quilt!

My dear friend Liz just had her first baby, a sweet bundle of a little girl named Spencer that I got to visit yesterday. Happy Birthday, Spencer!

This crib-size quilt was made from Alicia's awesome and easy-to-follow pattern (find it here), which I've made several times before. I used some vintage sheets mixed with some new fabrics that have a vintage-y flavor. And instead of machine quilting, I tied it with embroidery floss. There's something so sweet to me about doing it this way. It finishes a little more homey and slouchy and snugglish. Perfect for a new baby, no? And beginners take heed: this pattern is so forgiving--if you're not perfectly squared up everyplace it still comes out looking sweet. Ideal for a non-expert quilter like myself:)

True story: I actually am working on a commercial later today and won't know which role I'm playing until I show up. Ah, showbiz.

xoxo
jolie

*I was lucky enough to see Sara Bareilles in concert this past week and she was amazing. She sang this cover for her encore and I swooned..........<3

banana chocolate almond kale smoothie

Friday, August 30, 2013 •


Things That Might Happen If You Book A Job Wearing A Bikini On National Television

  1. You might get excited (because after all, you booked a job)!
  2. You might celebrate with a cupcake.
  3. This might cause a rude and harsh awakening that you will soon be nearly naked in public.
  4. You might have a minor freak out.
  5. You might have a major freak out.
  6. You might become irrationally obsessed with your body image and weight. 
  7. You might remember/shudder at phrases like the camera adds ten pounds.
  8. You might go get a spray tan at your earliest convenience.
  9. You might have juice only for one whole day to shed some water weight.
  10. That might enable you to show up to your wardrobe fitting with a modicum of confidence.
  11. That confidence may go out the window when you are forced to try on ill-fitting, cheaply made bikinis in front of Wardrobe Ladies.
  12. Those Wardrobe Ladies might require you to stand in front of a skin-colored curtain and have your photo taken under fluorescent lighting while wearing said fugly bikinis.
  13. You might panic a little.
  14. You might horrifyingly notice cellulite on your cellulite.
  15. You might feel a little sick when you remember lots of producers and Important Network People will be inspecting these photos.
  16. You might try to politely protest when the ugliest of the suits is thrust upon you to try on. 
  17. This may shock Wardrobe Ladies who aren't used to guest actors having/speaking an opinion.
  18. You might try and rationally point out that the bra cups are almost touching which suggests a disconcerting eyes-too-close-together effect but with boobs.
  19. You might be ignored and nudged over to the photo backdrop curtain anyway.
  20. You might decide your only course of action is to pose with a sour face while sending subliminal messages through the camera lens like I WILL DROP DEAD IF YOU CHOOSE THIS SUIT or IF YOU HAVE A HEART AT ALL YOU WILL SHOW MERCY or THIS UGLY BIKINI IS FROM THE SALE RACK AT TJ MAXX AND THAT HURTS MY SOUL.
  21. You might cry in your car after you leave.
  22. You might wonder what you're doing with your life.
  23. You might feel embarrassed that you're thinking about what you look like so much.
  24. You might contemplate stress eating and instead go get another spray tan.
  25. You might get a pep talk from your husband and try to believe him when he says your ass looks good from the back, even when you're "curvier than usual".
  26. You might spend the next few days leading up to the shoot figuring out how to get on board since this is happening whether you like it or not.
  27. You might go get another spray tan.
  28. You might start saying nicer things to yourself in the mirror.
  29. You might laugh at yourself a little bit at the ridiculousness of it all.
  30. You might show up on your first day of work and really like the people.
  31. You might focus on feeling grateful that you have a job.
  32. You might notice how beautiful the sky looks at 6am.
  33. You might make some friends.
  34. You might get to set and have some really meaningful conversations and forget for the first time in a week that you'll have to take most of your clothes off soon.
  35. You might go temporarily off the rails again when you are forced to attend a second surprise fitting. 
  36. You might be thrown when this time the Wardrobe Ladies ask you to turn around so they can take direct, close-up photos of your ass.
  37. You might, after they leave, have to give yourself another pep talk in your dressing room mirror. 
  38. You might bounce back faster this time.
  39. You might be thrilled when you return from lunch to learn The Powers That Be received your subliminal face messages and did not choose the hateful bikini option!
  40. You might actually look to the heavens and say "Thank you, God!" out loud.
  41. You might be touched when your new makeup friend offers to come in and administer special ass-contouring body makeup. 
  42. You might be grateful when she says nice things.
  43. You might decide you're gonna fake it til you make it.
  44. You might get out there on set and feel not horrible.
  45. You might realize no one's really thinking about you or your body all that much. 
  46. You might get distracted to learn that you have to DIVE INTO A POOL and start thinking of that more than the almost-naked thing. 
  47. You might try and remember the last time you dived.
  48. You might try and remember the past tense of 'dive'.
  49. You might honestly not remember either one.
  50. You might be told that you only have one chance to do it since you'll go from dry to wet and there's no time to re-fix your hair (and ass-contouring makeup).
  51. You might freak out about this momentarily and then decide it's better to get on board again.
  52. You might, when it's finally time and the cameras are rolling, trick yourself into feeling a little bit sexy.
  53. You might saunter over to the edge of the pool in your bikini, acting like you do this every day.
  54. You might execute a pretty passable dive on your first (and only) try!
  55. You might have a thrilling moment of exhilarating accomplishment before the underwater scramble to retrieve your bikini bottoms that have zoomed down around your ankles.
  56. You might laugh about this.
  57. You might blog about this.


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Banana Chocolate Almond Kale Smoothie
serves 1

This is a perfect I-have-to-wear-a-bikini-soon meal. Or a I-think-I'll-keep-my-clothes-on treat. Either way, it's delicious.

1 cup almond milk
1/2 cup water
1 handful chopped kale leaves (ribs removed)
1 heaping T flax meal
1 T raw cacao powder
1 T almond butter
1 frozen banana
3 ice cubes

Combine all ingredients in a blender and mix well.  Serve immediately.

A couple optional variations:
*swap in spinach for the kale
*add 1 scoop vanilla protein powder

xoxo
jolie

chocolate banana cupcakes

Monday, August 12, 2013 •










I think I'm going to hold a seminar on cake manifestation. It's easy to manifest it in your own kitchen by your own hands, but when you go out into the world and people just hand you cake? That is some powerful stuff happening. This is what transpired in my life this past weekend. There was cake everywhere I went. And who was I to turn it down since I MANIFESTED IT?! That would be like slapping the Universe in the face. So I just asked for extra frosting. 

Then I woke up this fine Monday morning (avec giant cake hangover) to find an audition appointment in my email inbox for a role that would require donning a bikini. I didn't much appreciate manifesting THAT after all the cake I drew into my experience. There are some things at cross-purposes here. Some mixed messages that need sorting out. (Note to self: take cake off vision board)

Let's pretend that YOU need some cake. And now here you are reading this post!! And so essentially I am a conduit in your cake manifestation circuit!! You know what? You're welcome. Be excited if you aren't planning on slipping on a bikini any time soon because these chocolate banana beauties are SO GOOD! Or hell, throw caution to the wind and eat one of these while IN your bikini. That's what I'm doing right now.

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Chocolate Banana Cupcakes
recipe adapted just slightly from love and olive oil
makes 12

These are crazy good. Next time you have a freckly banana hanging around, mix it with tons of chocolate and put it to good use. There's banana in the frosting too, which can only be good news.

1/2 cup almond or coconut milk
1 super ripe banana
1/3 cup coconut oil, melted
1 t vanilla extract
1/4 t kosher salt
3/4 cup sugar
1 cup all-purpose flour
1/3 cup cocoa powder
3/4 t baking soda
1/2 t baking powder
1/8 t cinnamon

Frosting:
1 stick unsalted butter at room temperature
1/2 super ripe banana
1/4 cup cocoa powder
2-1/2 cups powdered sugar
1 t vanilla extract
pinch fine sea salt

Preheat oven to 350F and prepare your muffin tins with paper liners.

In a medium bowl, mash the banana with a fork and then whisk in the almond milk, coconut oil, vanilla, sugar and salt. Set aside. In a larger bowl, add the flour, cocoa, baking soda, baking powder and cinnamon and mix to combine. Add the wet ingredients to the dry and stir until just incorporated, taking care not to overmix. Divvy up the batter between 12 cupcake tins, filling each about 2/3 full. Bake about 20 minutes or until a tester comes out clean. Cool completely on a rack.

For the frosting, cream the butter in an electric mixer for 3 minutes, until light and fluffy. Add the banana and mix well to combine. Add the cocoa powder and then gradually incorporate the sugar, 1/2 cup at a time, beating well in between additions and scraping down the sides of the bowl. Add the vanilla and salt. Beat for 3-5 minutes. Spread or pipe onto cooled cupcakes and top with a slice of banana if desired. (I went a little freestyle with mine (read: kamikaze) but here is a great how-to post about creating piping that looks totes profesh:))

xoxo
jolie

gluten-free zucchini and leek fritters with lemony yogurt dip

Sunday, July 28, 2013 •


*An open letter to Zucchini*


Dear Zucchini,

First, the bad news: for being so unapologetically phallic, you're a little flavor-impotent. You're pretty innocuous and ho-hum on your own and (sorry to say) usually a bit of an afterthought. That said, I really appreciate that you are flexible, you'll go with the flow, you'll adapt. You can take the grill in stride, make nice in a pasta salad, or feel at home on a crudite platter. You're not super crunchy but you're sturdy enough to be a decent hummus delivery system. 

And you know what? You're humble. I admire that. Even when you grow to obscene sizes, you never forget your roots. You never seem show-offy like a giant pumpkin. No one's writing a Charlie Brown special about you, that's for sure. There'll be no holiday in your honor. And yet you seem to be fine with that, which pleases me. You're good at slipping into cakes and breads without fanfare and somehow knowing you're there is comforting. You're like a late-arriving big brother who stands at the back of a school pageant, or a rarely-seen distant relative who still sends you five bucks for your birthday. 

The dark side to your type of easy flexibility is a flip-floppy, timid nature. In Chinese Medicine, the element associated with this behavior is Water. No surprise there. You're the wateriest thing I know. My Google search lets me know that watery individuals might also harbor some fear. What are you afraid of, Zucchini? Not being delicious? Remember the time I used your moisture for good instead of evil? When I put you in that hearty breakfast bread? I was able to use one whole tablespoon less oil. You took one for the team that day, you selfless champ. And you were tasty. So chin up, Zukes!

Usually you're filler, a background player, rarely the star of the show. That changes today, my friend.
  
Your ardent fan,
Jolie








Zucchini and Leek Fritters with Lemony Yogurt Dip
serves 2-3 (yields about 12-14 fritters)

2 medium zucchini, grated
3/4 t kosher salt, divided
1 cup chopped leeks, white and light green parts only (about 1-2 leeks depending on size)
1 egg, lightly beaten
1/3 cup GF all-purpose flour (or regular extra-gluten flour if desired:))
1/2 t baking powder
a few grinds of cracked pepper
olive oil for frying
sea salt for sprinkling

Yogurt Dip:
3/4 cup greek yogurt
zest of 1/2 lemon
1 T lemon juice
1/2 clove garlic, minced
pinch sea salt
2T chopped mint for garnish

In the sink, place the grated zucchini in a colander with 1/2 t kosher salt. Let sit for 10 minutes to help pull out the excess water. While that sits, sauté the chopped leeks in about 1T of olive oil until golden brown, about 7-8 minutes. Remove from heat and set aside. Place the salted zucchini in a clean kitchen towel and wring out as much water as possible--the dryer the better or you risk mushy fritters! Combine the dry zucchini and the sautéed leeks with the egg and stir. Next, sprinkle in the flour, baking powder, 1/4 t salt and pepper and stir to combine. Heat 1-2t olive oil in a nonstick or cast iron skillet over medium heat. When hot, drop mixture by heaping tablespoonfuls and press with a fork to flatten slightly. Cook for a couple minutes (taking care not to burn) and flip when golden, finishing for 2-3 minutes on the second side. Sprinkle with flaky sea salt and serve immediately (or keep warm on a rack in a 200F oven).

For the dip, stir together the yogurt, zest, juice, garlic and salt. Let sit for the flavors to incorporate. After dolloping on a fritter, toss a few mint shreds on top.

Yay, Zucchini!
xoxo
jolie

P.S. I am going to be sporting a sassy attitude and facial prosthetics in tonight's episode (7/28) of Devious Maids on Lifetime!

P.P.S. This is a story I wrote about shooting said episode.

gluten-free almond-y pancakes

Tuesday, June 25, 2013 •




Whoooeee! it's been busy around here.

On top of changing in my car between auditions, teaching acting and managing to barely stay on top of the dog hair, I'm in rehearsals now for an evening of comedic one-act plays called SNAPSHOTS. It's a show to benefit breast cancer research that I've been lucky enough to be involved with for many years. There are great actors and writers involved, so many lovely people who are so freaking talented, and it's for such a good cause. If you're in LA, check it out! We only have 5 performances this year and we always sell out. I know LA Theatre has a tendency to often be dicey but I promise this is good! Here is the link for tickets and information about the cast and writers.

Good thing I have my priorities straight though, and found time to make gluten-free pancakes multiple times this week. Especially since there's no shortage of pancake recipes over here at Joeycake. I like a pancake, though, what can I say? And I've been wanting to find a good, basic, delicious gluten-free variety, hence all the testing. And you can call it testing as much as you want, at the end of the day you're still just eating a bunch of pancakes. I gotta go squeeze in a workout.

How many calories do you burn changing in the car? I'm asking for a friend.


xoxo
jolie

P.S. Other delicious pancakes you might need to test:

Blueberry Polenta Pancakes with Lemony Syrup
Whole Grain Pancakes
Morning-After Brown Rice Pancakes
Strawberry Oven Pancake

P.P.S. Hey there--shout out to the JV Club listeners! So great to hear from you. Thanks for your kind words. And a shout out too to all my email subscribers. I'm so grateful for you! Thanks for wanting to hang out here a little bit. It means so much to me. I think of you.

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Gluten-Free Almond-y Pancakes
serves 2

You'd think these would scream almond! what with the almond milk, almond flour and almond extract. But they actually just give it a subtle almond flavor that just tastes like deliciousness. The key to these is to keep them small. They stay fluffier that way. And if you adore crispy edges like me, re-oil your pan in between batches. Crispy edges forever!

1/2 cup almond meal (this is also called 'almond flour' and it's just ground up almonds, FYI)
3/4 cup all-purpose gluten-free flour
3/4 t baking powder
1/2 t fine sea salt
1/4 t plus 1/8 t xanthan gum

2 eggs
1/2 cup almond milk
1/4 cup water
2 T melted coconut oil, and extra for cooking
1 t vanilla extract
1 t almond extract
1 T agave or honey

In a medium bowl, mix together the almond meal, flour, baking powder, salt and xanthan gum. Set aside. Lightly beat the eggs in a medium bowl and then add the almond milk, melted coconut oil, vanilla extract, almond extract, agave/honey, and water. Whisk together. Add the wet ingredients to the dry, mix until incorporated and let sit for at least 6 minutes. In a non-stick pan or skillet, heat 1t of coconut oil over medium heat and when hot, pour the batter (by about 2T), leaving room to flip. After a couple minutes, when they start looking a bit dry on the edges, flip over for an additional couple minutes. Serve hot with syrup, honey or jam.

the jv club podcast!

Friday, June 21, 2013 •


Hello Lovelies:)

My cool friend, comedienne Janet Varney has an awesome podcast called The JV Club (where she interviews women about the highs and lows of adolescence) and I was lucky enough to be her guest on yesterday's episode! Tune in if you want to hear about my super bad fashion choices and a few of my crazy nannies.

Here's the link.

And here's the cookie recipe we discuss on the show:)

And how about that head-to-toe white lace outfit I wore to 7th Grade Winter Formal???  Jealous?

Happy Friday!
love,
Jolie

sesame guacamole

Monday, May 6, 2013 •


A couple days ago, in the frozen foods aisle of Trader Joe's, I was approached/cornered by a woman in a faux-fur leopard coat, black ugg boots, cat-eye glasses and a giant, platinum, frizzy halo of hair. She pointed an acrylic nail at me and leaned in.

"Because you have an orchid in your cart, I'm going to give you a bookmark," she said. "Do you like books?" 

I blinked and stammered a few seconds, taking it all in and trying to process what was happening. I had no idea what purchasing orchids had to do with deserving bookmarks but I couldn't deny that I liked books. She had me there.

"Yes," I replied. "I do like books."

I must've answered correctly because she reached into a wrinkly plastic sack and produced a large, glossy bookmark.

"Put it in your purse." She ordered, handing it to me. Then she shuffled away, likely toward more orchid/book lovers.

I glanced at it, perplexed. Upon further inspection I realized she was an author and the bookmark was an advertisement for her book. Here is a choice excerpt:


TOO OLD TO BE A HOOKER, TOO YOUNG TO BE A MADAM
A Novel inspired by true events is a racy fantasia. It's a vivid portrait of April Moon, the charismatic Jewish American temptress born and bred in Beverly Hills, seduced by the lure of Laurel Canyon. Join the original flower child and her extra wannabe starlet party princesses on their journey of dangerous liaisons with the bold, the buffed and the beautiful. Antonio, the cross-dressing, Eurotrash mambo king from Madrid, a combination of a stallion and a pit bull; Diva Boy, an outrageous disco dolly; her certifiable rich mother; Christopher, the eccentric artistic director perv whose family tree is soaked in gin; Lust, a bizarre porn star; and a jock named Patrick, the hot hung eye candy from Orange County. You'll share April's bizarre adventures as a stunt girl, her experiences inside of a trendy drug and alcohol rehab center in Malibu, a psych ward, and a Mexican jail.


Well. I can't say that I'm not curious about April's journey (a Jewish American temptress in a Mexican jail?!), but what struck me most curiously about this whole encounter was this woman's ballsy brazenness at putting herself out there. It was remarkable.

I've never been a fantastic self-promoter. There's something about the look-at-me!-ness of it all that feels impolite. The irony is not lost on me, being an actor (who also has a blog, hello!). But It's one thing to perform in the moment and another thing to talk about it to others and ask them to watch you. In certain ways, I really have to make a concerted effort to put myself out there and even then, a part of me cringes. Maybe it's because I personally know certain actors who go way overboard on the self-selling (narcissism, anyone?) and it makes me tremendously itchy. I never want to elicit that response in others. It is show business, though, as they say, and that means if you want to get a job, you do have to think about how you are seen and how you are showing up.

I'm not just talking about plugging your TV appearance on Facebook, although that's part of it (that's the easy part). I'm talking about energetically taking up space, being unapologetically ballsy. And figuring out how to do that without being a jerk. Frustratingly (to me), those narcissistic actors I just spoke of have tremendously successful careers. It feels like they're being rewarded for being assholes. All this has me thinking: is there a way to show up big, retain and celebrate your own authenticity, and (gasp) be happy and kind along the way?

My teacher/boss/friend Lesly doesn't necessarily think so. Her most successful clients share what she calls ruthlessness and that just sounds so abrasive to all parts of me. What I think is fascinating about this quandary is that (show business or otherwise) we're talking about selfishness. Too little and you're an apologetic soul, living out of fear and worry. Too much and you're an entitled jerk who's gross to be around. It's also about flexibility. The Diva who claws her way to the top runs into a snag by not being adaptable. She expects people and circumstances to revolve around her. The too-adaptable wallflower shrinks into smallness or gets taken advantage of. The right amount of malleability is vital for success and happiness. Lots of rules about how things need to be make it hard to enjoy yourself, whether you're experiencing what you believe "success" to be or not. It makes contentment super slippery and conditional. I want to have goals in my life and go after what I want, but flexibility has to play a part to let the definition of happiness be moveable. Mainly because I've tried it the other way and it's freaking uncomfortable.

Whether actors or not, maybe we could think about indulging in Self-promotion with a capital S. Promoting and celebrating our higher, most authentic Selves, thinking BIG in the vastest sense and not just for personal gain. Maybe we can try on some entitlement in terms of being committed to our own (flexible!) happiness. And perhaps ruthlessness has a place in cultivating an unyielding, unapologetic commitment to follow heart and gut, to hell with what anyone else thinks. And hopefully by having those intentions, the things out there in the world that we want to experience will be drawn to us. And we don't have to be jerks to get them.

Bonus: this kind of light-shining benefits not just self but the collective too. True story: on my way home from Trader Joe's, while stopped at a stoplight and trying to read my new bookmark in the dark, I saw a guy standing alone on a street corner with an actual, live sparkler in his hand. Just standing there, doing figure-eights and twirling it solo while it burned and sputtered. He seemed to be purely doing it for self-satisfaction but for those few fleeting red-light minutes, did it ever make me smile.



Sesame Guacamole
serves 2-3

This dippy spread was born out of a need to feed three hungry women at a rehearsal. It was such a hit (and snarfed so quickly) that it is now a rehearsal requirement due to its severe habit-forming properties. And it like, totally made us better actors.


1 perfectly ripe avocado, halved
gomasio to taste (or plain sesame seeds)
brown rice vinegar
lemon
sea salt
olive oil or toasted sesame oil

Cross-hatch the avocado and scoop out the diced pieces into a bowl. Sprinkle with brown rice vinegar (start with about 2t), the squeeze of a quarter lemon, a drizzle of either olive oil or toasted sesame oil and a shake of gomasio. Taste. Depending on your palate and the size of your avocado, keep adding more acid/salt/gomasio as you go. Serve with raw veggies, atop salad, with chips (maybe fried wontons!?), smashed on toast, etc...

xoxo
jolie


P.S.  Do you like monkeys and/or Lorenzo Lamas?  Check out this commercial I did!*

*she said, unapologetically but with authentic boldness:)


P.P.S.  4 awesome things that relate:

1. After I wrote this post I came across this Agnes DeMille quote and almost fell outta my chair.
2. Remember: your playing small does not serve the world!
3. No one is gonna pick you. Pick yourself.
4. This for fun:)

my love is write

Wednesday, April 24, 2013 •


This morning I received a delicious piece of (spam?) email. I thought you might enjoy it as well:


HELLO lady.

i find you at net. and now i want one help. and send to somebody mail. but dont answer to me. may be i have problem. i dont know why they dont answer to me.

i am 25 years old. i have ask of you, answer to me, i need help. really i am not annoying.

i want only one answer, how i can work in hollywood as writer. yes. i am screenplay writer. ten years write. write and write. my love is write.

plz help me. i am waiting for your answer. and we can (i think we can) to be friend as penpal.... thanks if accept me. is my last chance.

god bless you and your family.

bye and thanks.


Yep.

xo,
jolie

P.S. For more of this kind of fun, go here.

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