Saturday, February 21, 2015

The Cinephile Strikes Back: 2015 Oscar Nominations

Can we talk Oscar nominations for a second?

I'd like to take this opportunity to say that I actually went and saw all best-picture nominees this year. Every year, the Oscars come around, and I think to myself, why haven't I seen these movies? These look like great movies! I love going to the movies!

I also love guessing things correctly. So when they tear open the envelope, and draw out, "And the Oscar goes to ... " I can leap off the couch and scream, "I knew it! It had to be! It had to be!" Well, there is going to be a lot of wine spilled this year, my friends, because I did it. I saw them. I saw them all.

I feel like I've been waiting my entire life for this moment. I would like to thank the Academy; my friend Kathryn, who reminded me about the Oscars a good two months before deadline; my friend Amir, who was actually willing to see American Sniper; and my brother Jason, who agrees with me that Boyhood is the best thing to happen to anyone this year.

Let's talk contenders, shall we?

Boyhood was an unrivaled treat and if it doesn't win I'll hyperbolically die. (My next blog post: Fun alternatives to the widespread misuse of "literally"!) I loved everything about it: Watching the kids grow up naturally. How Ethan Hawke very unnaturally never seems to age. The Britney Spears and Harry Potter allusions. The sepia tone that spreads nostalgia throughout. The thoughts and fears and conversations that we all have growing up, and yet feel so profound when they're happening to you. It was an unprecedented storytelling technique and a profound experience.

Birdman is the next best contender. The long takes, blue tone, and jazz beat were striking, but I was often pulled out of world to think about those choices. Edward Norton was dynamite, and the scenes with him and Emma Stone during magic hour on the New York City rooftop were my favorites. It was unexpected and thought provoking and psychologically snaking, but a little too belabored to be flawless.

The Grand Budapest Hotel was a mad-cap caper and delight. I loved all the signature Wes Anderson elements: over-the-top costumes, off-kilter comedy, deadpan delivery, and characters who take themselves hilariously seriously. But he has yet to make anything as human as The Royal Tenenbaums. I laughed through Grand Budapest, I'm glad it got a nod, it's not going to win best picture.

The Theory of Everything was lovely. My astrophysicist boyfriend refused to see it because he felt that it was "going to be all about Stephen Hawking's personal life" and "no one talks about all the other famous physicists." The first point is true. The latter defies argument. But I loved these two talented British actors, I desperately wanted to live in Cambridge and go to the May Ball, and Stephen Hawking is undeniably a compelling subject. It's an extraordinary individual, an expansive idea, and a heart-wrenching story rolled into a beautifully executed movie.

The Imitation Game was one that I got dragged to with my science-loving boyfriend and history-loving father, placated by the prospect of Benedict Cumberbatch and Keira Knightley in period costumes. In this and other regards it did not disappoint. I was impressed by the film's success at building tension around a bunch of guys in suspenders watching a massive computer slowly tick in a solitary room--no small feat! Yet it seems to me that in terms of current social topics, gay rights should have been big this year. As my friend Katie pointed out, Alan Turing's personal life is hinted at but underrepresented.

American Sniper reminded me why I like Clint Eastwood films, and that it's good to see movies outside of your comfort genres. I'm not a war film fan, and it challenged and rewarded me. Bradley Cooper was impressively large (like whoa), I liked the not-too-smart, not-too-sappy soldier dialogue, and I was swept up into the sandstorm scene. Amir would like to point out that the pacing in the first half lagged, all of the Iraqi characters were portrayed as evil, and that the villain was too caricatured. I'll agree with all of those points. It still hit me hard.

Selma was strong, hard to watch, good to watch. Of the three biographical films this year, this one was the most narrowed in scope: you see Martin Luther King, Jr. at one moment, in one city, trying to make one march happen. I craved some language you'd expect (no "I dream" speeches here), but it's nice to see a focused film that doesn't try to cover the entire life of a much-covered figure. The film was tight and powerful. The violence is shocking, all the more because you know these were true events. Reverse cuts to the faces of bystanders were especially striking. It's hard to fathom having so much hatred for another human being.

Whiplash was my least favorite. I couldn't cope with the masochistic, bloody-knuckled drumming (just stop! let the blisters heal!), or vicious teacher-student relationship. According to the film's philosophy, this probably means that I will never be the world's greatest at anything. I'm pretty sure I'm cool with that. It was an intense movie, with strong performances, and gorgeous music. If you're into jazz, I'm sure you'll get more out of it.

Do you like watching Oscar nominees? Which were your favorites this year?

Friday, February 13, 2015

Seductively Easy Date-Night Steak

Valentine's Day! Flowers! Chocolates! Overpriced prix fixe!

Whether you're celebrating your sweetheart or drowning your sorrows with your single ladies, I say, skip the restaurant scene. Valentine's Day is possibly the best night of the year to eat in. It's painfully expensive and difficult to get a reservation. Plus, think of all the money you're saving! It's enough to make it seem totally reasonable to splurge on STEAK!
 
I'm partial to Porterhouse, a luscious T-bone, with tenderloin on one side, strip on the other. So if you can't decide on a favorite cut, have a bite of both. Plus, meat is always more tender and flavorful next to the bone. Just try to avoid gnawing in front of your date. (Do what I do, and stash bones in the fridge for the morning after.)

Mash some potatoes, drizzle them with truffle oil, sauté some veggies, and you have a sexy dinner that's deceptively easy to make. (Don't worry, I won't tell your date.) Go with a big, bold red, like Cabernet Sauvignon. I'll let you handle the mood lighting and music.

Oh, and dessert? If you think ahead and treat your valentine to those truffles, you might not even have to mess around with mousse.



































You'll find the recipe for Porterhouse Steak with Pan Sauce in my cookbook, How to Feed Yourself.

Friday, November 28, 2014

Big Announcement: It's Finally Here!

I'm thrilled to announce the release of my new cookbook, How to Feed Yourself, a great go-to set of recipes for young and hungry cooks. Now available on Amazon!


Thursday, June 12, 2014

On Holiday in England & Scotland, in List Form



Is there anything as dreary as the end of a lovely vacation? I'm back from another gorgeous trip to the UK, and feeling glum. It's just not as easy getting out of bed in the morning, when you know nobody is going to say, "Alight here for Piccadilly Circus!" in an English accent.

England--or as I like to think of it, the homeland. You know how Jewish kids do Birthright, and African Americans take heritage trips? I don't mean to offend anyone, but personally, I like to wander the scarves section of Liberty London. It's an uplifting experience. I pay homage to my ancestral roots.

Stevie and I flew to London, took the train to Edinburgh, motored through Fort William and Glen Coe, tootled around the Isle of Skye for a few days, ferried down to Loch Lomond, met up with Stephen's family in Northumberland, and went back through London for the finish. Two-odd weeks in total, and many adventures had. I won't bore you with a blow-by-blow, but I do love writing lists.

400 meters of Hadrian's wall, and a Roman fort
8 cheeses sampled before 10 a.m. at Neal's Yard Dairy
5 new frocks (Topshop, Cath Kidston, Portobello Road market)
4 sticky toffee puddings
4 Scottish B&Bs that all served the same breakfast (eggs, sausages, rashers, tomatoes, mushrooms)
4 filming locations (Harry Potter, James Bond, Braveheart, Robin Hood Prince of Thieves)
3 major London sites (Tower of London, Cutty Sark, Greenwich Prime Meridian)
3 afternoon teas (The Cadogan, Fortnum & Mason, and a small shop in Northumberland)
3 posh department stores (Liberty, Harvey Nichols, Fortnum & Mason)
3 castles (Edinburgh, Stirling, Eilean Donan)
2 plays (Jeeves & Wooster Perfect Nonsense, King Lear)
2 historic markets (Borough Market, Portobello Road)
2 cheap street scarves
2 sturdy native ponies
1 Scotch distillery (Talisker)
1 very wet boat trip (where we saw a few soggy seals and no puffins at all, but made friends with a zany Frenchman and some St Andrews students)
1 birthday party for a 90-year-old gran
1 book shop that might just be my new favorite in the whole world (Barter Books)
1 needle-toothed puppy hanging out under the breakfast table (she liked the taste of Stephen!) 
Numerous highland cows standing in the road
Countless black-faced sheep
Ensemble cast of friends, family, and elderly British relatives




And just because I'm an English major, how about a few selected quotations?

Scottish boat captain: "Do I spy a midgy in here?"

Boat hand: "Where are you from, then?"
Becky: "California."
Boat hand: "California?! But you're too quiet to be American!"
Becky, indicating Stephen: "Well, he's English."

Castle guide, taking photo: "How well do you know the young lady?"
Stephen: "Er, pretty well, I suppose?"
Castle guide: "Go on, let's have one with a kiss, then!"



Musketeer re-enactor: "You had to light it using a bit of rope, and make sure to keep the gunpowder dry. Fortunately, it rarely rains in Scotland. The rainy season is just from January through December .... But if it was raining, there was another option. You could put a dagger on the end of the musket, and use it as a bayonet. Gunpowder costs money. Stabbing is free. Stabbing will always be the more popular option in Scotland."

Barney the Beefeater on Mel Gibson: "Now I loved Braveheart. It was a great film. Just not the most historically accurate. The portcullis at Traitors' Gate weighed XX tons. It took 30 men to lift it. Or, one Australian!"

Stephen, tasting hogget: "What was that bready thing, again?"
Becky: "You mean the sweetbreads?"
Stephen: "Yeah. What was that?"
Becky: "You didn't know what that was when you ordered?"
Stephen: "No. What was it?"
Becky: "Oh gosh."

I want to go back. And I want a scone.

Monday, February 17, 2014

What to Eat in San Francisco, 2014 Edition

Big news, guys, big news.

7x7 has released this year's Big Eat! 100 things to eat in SF before you die!! Ah!!! Commence foodie freakout.

Last year I made it through 20 of the 100. Not my best work. I blogged about this awesome mac and cheese, the finer points of a sardine chip, and life-saving super burritos. Let's review some other highlights, shall we?


I give you the reuben at the Bar Tartine sandwich shop. With award-winning bread and some serious pastrami, it's everything you've hoped and dreamed. 


A dozen Sweetwater oysters courtesy of Hog Island Oyster Co. So sweet, so clean, so San Francisco.  


I continue to feel that Farina is overpriced--I mean, if you're going to be "rustic Italian," do you have to have such an outrageous wine list? But for what it's worth, the mandilli al pesto is simply outstanding. One big handkerchief of fresh pasta folded around a slurry of fresh herbs. Green glop never tasted so good. 


Art's Cafe is a no-frills, no-fuss neighborhood joint in the Sunset. There are some interesting Asian-American tangents on the menu, but the claim to fame is the hashbrown sandwich, filled with cheddar, sausage, spinach, mushrooms, or whatever you like. Organic? Probably not. Delicious? Heck yeah! Hangover, cured.


One of the best things to happen to me this year is that my friend Mary Z moved two blocks away from Brenda's French Soul Food. We now get biscuits to go whenever we like. We eat them on her roof and laugh at all the schmucks waiting for a table. Feel free to die of jealousy.

For this year's list, I was thrilled to see some personal favorites make the cut. Let the record show that I fell in love with the chicken liver paté at Starbelly even before it was famous, and Pizzeria D, Boxing Room, Marlowe, and Kokkari are old friends. Others were good reminders: Still haven't made it out of the city to do Koi Palace, and I can't believe I haven't tried the veggie tacos at Gracias Madre yet. I also appreciated the nod to the current toast trend with Trouble Coffee, going to need to hit that soon. We'll do our best this year. 

Foodies of 'frisco, on your mark, get set, go!

Sunday, January 19, 2014

The Shopaholic's Detox, in 6 Steps

Happy January, dear readers! How are those resolutions coming? I'm sure you're all hard at work on your fitness goals, and more power to you. I've been seeing a lot of new faces at my spin studio and on my jog route around the neighborhood. Get it, girl!

Speaking personally, however, I've been thinking about finances. I'd really love to experience a year where I don't break out in a cold sweat every time I open my credit card bill. There's a distinct possibility I overdid it in December. Well, let's be honest. I overdo it every December. Duffett Christmas is not exactly an understated affair. I love shopping for my big family and my geek-chic boyfriend, sending yummy cheeses to his family in England, and giving lots of little prezzies to coworkers and friends. And then you're on a roll, so why stop there? And suddenly it's January, and you're still shopping . . . but for yourself.

Enough is enough. Even the most diehard of shopaholics needs a reality check now and then. Here's what's working for me.


Step 1: Put down the credit card until March

I know it sounds harsh. Are you sitting on your hands? I'm sitting on my hands. There are so many tempting post-Christmas sales. But the truth is, I already hit my favorites up in Portland with my mom (Anthro, Lulu), and it's really not a good use of my time or money to continue obsessing my way through picked-over racks. More to the point, I have more than enough fabulous Christmas presents to console me. I'm calling out the January shopping hunt for what it is--a compulsion. Stop it. Put down the credit card. We'll do it together.

Step 2: Hit unsubscribe

It's time to clear out your virtual inbox. Take a look at the marketing emails you've been getting, and cut loose anything that you don't actually care about. That menswear boutique where I bought my brother's Christmas sweater? I don't need to hear from you every day. It's not you, it's me. Thanks so much, bye bye!

Step 3: Create a shopping folder

This was a coup for me. I created a filter, so all of those charming little missives from Hautelook, Rue La La, and others get cached in one place. When I'm opening and reading them every day, I'm much more inclined to impulse buy. But this way, I actually make the decision when I want to look at stuff. When the inclination inevitably hits, I can still "go shopping" in my folder.

Step 4: Put a pin in it

I'm fully aware that Pinterest has already crossed over to the dark side when it comes to partnering with e-retailers, but I still think that I can work it to my advantage. For me, Pinterest is where excel spreadsheets meet online shopping, and those are two of my favorite things! Feeling like you'll just die if you don't get that lion-headed soup bowl from Sur la Table? Pin it. See if you still feel the same way in a week. My guess is that you won't. But by pinning it, at least you'll feel secure that your prey hasn't vanished into the underbrush.

Step 5: Stack your catalogs to read later

This one's a tip from my friend Malavika. Stack all your catalogs, and wait until your credit card bill arrives before you open them. It really puts a damper on the buying spirit. This is going to be a deep breath for me. I love print catalogs. I love them so hard. When the J.Crew catalog arrives, I pour myself a glass of wine, I tell my boyfriend he's not allowed to talk to me, and I sink into a magical world of pin stripes, pencil skirts, and perfect pony tails. We all have our guilty pleasures.

Step 6: Focus on experiences, not stuff

I'm having a battle of wills against a fur-trimmed anorak right now, and I won't lie to you. I want it. I want it bad. It's defeated all of my defenses: I've wanted it for several months, so it's not an impulse purchase, and the price just got slashed in half, so this is likely the best deal of the year. The only thing that's seeing me through is the thought that I'm going to Scotland in June, and I'd really like to actually be able to do stuff when I get there. Think about your travel plans, summer adventures, classes you've been wanting to take, new experiences you've been wanting to try. Aren't all of those more important than a coat you're going to wear for maybe the next 6 weeks?

Okay, so I might still cave and buy the anorak. To err is human, to look and feel fabulous is divine. But the point stands. Stay strong. Fight the good fight. To quote the Cub Scouts (who probably never have these problems), "Do your best!" And J.Crew, darling, I'll see you in March.

Do you cut back on shopping after the holidays? How do you do it?

Thursday, September 26, 2013

The Challenge: Super Burrito to the Rescue

Any real San Franciscan can tell you that for the best tacos in the city, you go to La Taqueria, but for the best burritos, you have to go to El Farolito. Neither one is a classy joint. But El Farolito is by far the less classy of the two.

And now I give you a photo of my brother Jason eating a super carne asada, number 75 on 7x7's Big Eat. Look! An authentic bearded hipster eating an authentic Mexican burrito!


Jason! Jason! How is it? 

"Super."


The finer points of an El Farolito burrito: It's hefty. You'll need both hands. The tortilla is magnificently, tooth-sinkingly soft. And then there are all kinds of big glops of things inside. Plenty of cream, and cheese, and red flecks of salsa and chile floating around. You'll encounter the occasional slice of buttery avocado. Please note: We're not talking carefully balanced. Stephen was annoyed that all his steak landed on one side, and all his beans to the other. "Smush it! Re-smush it!" we advised. In the realm of big beefy burritos, you gotta do what you gotta do.


Picture overhead lighting, questionably clean linoleum tables, the finest jams Mexican radio can provide, and a line of chatty twenty-somethings pushing eagerly through the door.


My personal recommendation: It's best to go when you're incredibly famished or incredibly drunk or, preferably, both.