Tasty & Refreshing; It’s Dish It Out!!!

Happy Birthday, Sheena Metal!!!

Our first guest in HD was the Queen of LA Nightlife, the busiest woman in show business and the biggest heart of an enormous tribe of creatives, the one and only Miss Sheena Metal.

Sheena hosts the thriving ‘Sheena Metal Experience’ on  LA Talk Radio among other shows. She acts, directs and produces. She volunteers, organizes and supports. She’s one in a million and if you click on the picture you can see her prep chili in a kitchen. It’s soo worth it.

We love you Sheena!

It's her show, but it's your Experience

It’s her show, but it’s your Experience

Chili Today! Add the rest of the joke…

Here at the Laboratory Of Love, we don’t need an excuse for a good time. We really groove on eating. We can eat seasonally, sweetly and celebratory if given enough room.

Salmon I

Pot culture

Holidays are eagerly awaited so a day designated for chili makes us smile.  It’s the perfect time of year for a bowl of chili wherever you live. It’s  a warm stop over between winter and spring. Chili rules because it takes one less utensil to eat and fits nicely on your lap. We’ve been called simple before. It’s the perfect accompaniment to a roaring fire and a Snuggie. And if your desire is to put the Snuggie in the roaring fire, that is at your discretion and please demonstrate care. Care is important in chili as your heat index is as important as your protein in the chili. The beef may be tender but if the ghost chili’s are kicking you may send Auntie to ICU. And nothing ruins a family meal like a trip to the clinic. On the other side of the spoon a chili with no heat’s like a kiss without a hug. The two are tastily tied together.

Today being National Chili Day we take the time to count some beans. Maybe while doing your taxes you can simmer a pot. Counting beans, doing taxes? Our humor at Dish! is as layered as our flavors. Or as complex as Milk & Pepsi. That recipe is for the nostalgia readers today. In our quest for a great chili we’ve gone vegetarian, beans/no beans, red, green, yellow, white, duck, moose, squirrel, bacon, beef, pork, venison and chocolate. We have experimented and found our Salmon Chili to be a great dish (bowl) Please try this fantastic recipe while enjoying the wonderful (read more here)  Sheena Metal  guest sous chef. Sheena makes everything spicy, comfortable and clever. And what she can do with a cleaver, oy.

 

http://latalkradio.com/Sheena.php

http://www.sheenametal.com/

http://www.musichighwayradio.com/

Have yourselves a merry little chili-mas now. And tune in again for more.

Sheena Metal, Casting and Cast Iron.

I was lucky enough to go to the Laugh Factory back in 2005 and watch the host of “The Girrls Lockeroom” own the stage. An all female comedy show it was a menagerie of broads with great skill sets, but the emcee was killer. Her humor was raunchy and raucous, her composure inspired. I must know her I committed to myself. I must have some DNA. Who was this Sheena Metal and how do I get to meet her? An ace in my pocket, an actor friend mentions on our way out he could introduce us. What? Onward man, I will go to this Sheena. Now, I was doing some improv at the time, making the rounds on a bunch of non-union auditions slinging a headshot to any casting assistant that’d take one. Litho? Where for art thou, Litho? Sheena, Tony. Tony, Sheena. After a pretty good gush about how great she was and the show we exchanged information. She had this disarming charm that had me wanting more ore. (Get it? metal joke) If I was to do any shows she offered to come, and vice versa. Sheena also hosted The Music Highway, The Sheena Metal Experience on the LA Talk Radio as well as live music shows all thru OC and LARight, another contact-high in Hollywood.

Warrior Princess

The Queen of Los Angeles Nightlife

Two days later I get an email from The Sheena Metal!! Follow through? Who knew? Husker Du? (I can’t help myself sometimes) And thus began the email portion of our show, back and forth blasts every week or so of updates in our careers. Time passes and Sheena comes into the restaurant I was working at! Hoo-aah! I get my wish to spend more time with her and share some big laughs. As visits accumulate, she invites me to come do her radio show The Experience. My father always told me I had the face for radio, I needed to do this. She was assembling her cast of characters, her regular panel guests. She had a movie-guy, an actress, a psychic, a dominatrix,  I was to be her wacky-waiter. Please don’t spit coffee on your keyboard, it’s shocking. I know. Typecast when I could talk about any sundry of issues. Such a rush! I quickly called my father to let him know his prophecy had rung true. Several broadcasts later, I was a devotee. We would chew the fat on etiquette, trends, food, CT (we’re both Nutmegers), growing up Catholic. We’d trash food snobs, unattended children and valets who fart. Snark and beans. As she says, “It’s her show, but it’s your experience”. Great times were had by both.

Fast forward to the first season of DIO & assembling the guest list of co hosts. Sheena Metal was right there on the list before NPH and just after my Mom. As the season is wrapping soon, my Mom regrets not being able to make the trip at this time  and we’re still

…wanting Neil Patrick Harris to come and grace our studio-kitchen Neil, how can we make this happen……… ?

I knew Sheena would be a smash on screen. This is where the problem portion of our show comes around, the woman is crazy busy with now four radio shows, live music show promotions, TV projects and a return to the stage. How were we going to get her to our little kitchen? Back and forth we went. Email to text, carrier pigeon to greeting card. This would happen, to not return her generous hospitality would be, un-Connecticut. Boom. We got a date. We booked her well out, time for all involved. She came, she sous’d,  she killed for Episode 6!! Superior casting if we do say so ourselves. Wait for it…….Well then Episode 6 killed itself in an awkward technical sadness. We mourned. We ate a lot. Back to the keyboards. We rebooked the busiest woman in Hollywood.

Gracious and gushing, Sheena returned to our set last month and we made us some chili. And we made us some chili in HD!!!!! As a little rain may fall, a flower will grow. Or a garlic bulb, I digress. Director Chris Gregson, Assistant/Script Supervisor Marie Pettit and Producer Michael Vinton are proud to show off our swanky new show shot in High Def. Our episode is entitled “Chili’n With Sheena Metal”. It’s got Sheena, Garlic, Chili, Salmon and whenever I’m involved, ham. Come hungry, we plan to release it by this coming Friday! And that’s all for now, look for The DIO Creative Team to be interviewed on The Sheena Metal Experience next week, times to follow. Please feel free to call in and say “Howdy” or “We love garlic”. Either makes us happy. Oh, and you’ll notice we like to cook in cast iron.

http://latalkradio.com/Sheena.php

http://www.sheenametal.com/

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Chili Today, Hot Tamale. Or; Stock-Up, Stock Pot.

A thousand years ago I was performing children’s theatre in Upstate New York for the Merry Go Round Playhouse. It was a fantastic job for an actor just out of college. We were getting good pay to tour the Upstate region and mold the mind of the future theatre patron for the 21st century. It was an awesome opportunity, delivering “Quality Theatre; At Affordable Prices”. The shows performed were tied to curriculum being taught to the little ‘ankle biters’.

The Classic Pie In The Face!

Street Festival; Auburn, NY

We were those magical people who came into schools and were presented to kids of all ages as an assembly in a local cafe-torium. The kids were stoked to be out of class and never pulled a punch on criticism. The teachers were thrilled to have a break in the monotony. And the actors, well we were just trying to keep it all together. There was something for everyone. We had a native american show, an art appreciation show, a self-esteem show, a music appreciation show and of course that old crowd pleaser, a dinosaur show! Nothing says classically trained actor as a paper mache pterodactyl head and set of vinyl wings with velcro cuffs. We joke now, but it was scarring then.

It was an extremely tough winter that year. The snow started before October and continued through the following Easter. I never saw so much snow in my life. I had a pick up truck with big tires that I tore up all the roads with. I went everywhere with arrogance and Isotoners. But as one friend pointed out to me, “ah, four-wheel drive. You know what that means up here? It means you still go in to the ditch. But with a little more confidence.” And cold. The wind chill was -35 degrees. Busses wouldn’t start and you couldn’t put little children outside as their noses would fall off from frost bite. Now mind you, we had to travel to the schools and usually some distance away. On numerous occasions school would be cancelled due to severe weather conditions and we wouldn’t know unless we stopped half way to the school to call home office. These were the Dark Ages before cell phones, internet and global warming, but I digress. The powers-that-be would only make these decisions shortly before our arrival time. Back to our base camp we would schlep.

quality theatre at affordable prices.

Alladin and magic carpet take flight.

One such time was cause for pause. We had just gotten a new van from the company (again we drove ourselves to the schools). It had a working heater, a tape player and snow tires. It was also white. As snow. Can you see where this is going? We had to run out to do the dinosaur show at a really remote school. We were up extra early to make it to the school on time. There were 3 of us performing that day; Tom, Me and Reba. More on them later. We were all concerned as the snow was falling pretty heavy and gave no sign of letting up. What if school gets cancelled we all wondered. What if something happens to the new shiny van, none of us wanted to be the one driving when we went into the ditch with or without an amount of confidence. As fate would have it, I was the one driving when the fishtailing began. The merry actors went flying into the ditch adjacent the exit ramp. The ice sped us into the ravine and dinosaur heads came flying from their boxes pelting us with extinction. The main set piece was a coat rack that came like a missile from the back. Reba and I locked eyes as the projectile shot into the dashboard. And then, silence. There were no other cars on the road at that hour. No one in the ir right CNY mindset would have ventured  out without a dogsled team. And the snow kept falling down. Burying our lily white van in the gully. Thoughts of soccer teams and the Andes came to mind. I knew we would get home eventually, there had to be a service station at the end of the ramp. Reba eyed me wearily, I eyed Tom pleadingly, and off plod Tom to find the service station. Tom was native to Upstate and quite the outdoorsy kind of guy. Reba and I were from CT and liked our hearths and homes. I knew that I would get to my home eventually, home to the one who awaited me. Home to my favorite thing in whole snow covered land, my stock pot.

Surviving winter in Upstate New York took planning, patience and a good stock pot. Plan that getting to any location near or far can be an event; stock your car like you would a cottage.

Lodge, in my heart.

I souped this bad boy up, left right and sideways.

Patience as the car in front of you spinning or fishtailing, may want to stop right next/on top of you. Also patience that everyone’s in the same boat trying to get to Price Chopper or Wegman’s. And the stock pot is necessary to keep your soul lit like a pilot light. I made lentil soup, clam chowder and minestrone in it. I made mountains of pasta for my then spinning metabolism to thrive on. I would fill hot water and epsom salts to soak my damaged feet with, set pieces and little children were forever finding their way to my paws. It was just too small for me to actually sleep in or I would have. I made many chili recipes with it, while the pay at the theatre was good, an actor needs to live on beans now and again.  My stock pot kept me, and my neighbors quite pleased that winter. My bounty ran over. Reba’s mom Pat gave me a recipe for

vegan? you betcha

Chilly outside, chili inside.

vegetarian chili that is fantastic, and vegan. Pat’s a sweetheart in Westport, CT with great culinary chops and a love for a good pun. (this joke’s for J. Huggards daughter) She was very warm when you got past her chili exterior. I want to give her full credit for this recipe as it’s outstanding. More on Tom and Reba? Tom always had third helpings of this chili, which we would regret in that tiny little white van the next day, and Reba’s real name is Laura but Reba was her essence.

This is the time of year that a pot of something bubbling on the stove is “Welcome Home”. Stews, soups, steaming tamales, or chilies are great to have on hand for the company that may drop in. We’ll be featuring some great recipes to share that are great this time of year, that make a stock pot and dutch oven a welcome wagon of sorts. And of course there’ll be a story or two along the way. So come hungry and get ready to taste a better life. You’re dished!

Pat ’s Vegetarian Chili

1 medium onion, chopped

1 medium green pepper, chopped

1 clove garlic, minced

½ lb. Mushrooms, sliced

2 15 oz. Cans stewed tomatoes, undrained, chopped

1 15 oz. Can tomato sauce

1 cup red wine

chili powder to taste (min. 1 tbsp)

½ tsp. Cayenne pepper

1 tsp. Liquid red pepper

all spices to taste

½ tsp. Oregano

1 medium zucchini

16 oz. Can red kidney beans

shredded cheese (Monterey Jack, Cheddar, whatever), chopped black olives, chopped avocado etc.

Saute 1-4 until tender. No oil necessary as mushrooms provide moisture. 

Add 5-11, bring to a boil, cover, reduce heat and simmer of 45 minutes.

Add 12-13. Simmer until al dente.

Garnish with 13, serve. 

As with most tomato based dishes this does well sitting overnight

Makes large pots, freeze serving portions.

Buon appetito