So I’ve been thinking… since I’m moving into a new place, and entering a new phase in life, it’s time to do some renovating… this blog will go away (as will my separate “news” blog on my acting site, and my secret “writing blog“).

I’ve always tried to keep all of my interests separate (acting, writing, photography, filmmaking) and I’m realizing I have a lot more to offer if I incorporate everything. So. I’m going to do just that.

Just not today.

Today I’m going to pack a bunch of things into boxes and stack them neatly in the corner.

I’m not moving my own boxes ever again. Friday, the movers take over, and I’m never looking back.

I lost my father this past month.

I always thought that was a funny way of putting it, “I lost…” But it’s really the best way of expressing the suddenness with which a loved one can leave when they pass away. One moment he was here, and then… gone. No more phone calls at ten o’clock on Sunday mornings, no golf in the summer, lazy conversations about the weather, politics, money, taxes, the price of gas. No advice. No more wondering how much longer he can hold on.

It wasn’t until I was back in New York, after the eulogy, the obituary, packing up his belongings, that I realized how much was missing from my life now that he is gone. And with each passing day, I realize even more. You would think that the passing of time would make death easier to accept. Things change, people come and go… and yet it actually only seems to me that the more time passes, the more his presence, or rather his absence, is felt. He grows, at least his memory does, and it gets bigger somehow. Every day that I think about him, I feel even more that vacuum left behind. And as that space expands, there’s nothing to fill it. It’s just an empty hole. And where there is emptiness, there is loss. In that space, something used to be, to exist. And now… nothing.

It’s a little grainy and murky, but this is what my cellphone saw in Times Square after the GIANTS WON!

There’s a point in all our lives where we either continue down a path of reckless abandon, or admit that there’s something else out there worth living for… family, friends, etc.

I guess I’m at that point.

I recently had two parents in the hospital at the same time, and that’s just something you never expect. It brings an unwelcome sense of urgency to everything.

Everything.

Anyhow, I’m back on the web.

Be sure to check out the info on the play I’m in opening next month, and an episode of “As the World Turns” that airs on the 16th of January.

So the Casserole Party was a big hit, but my casserole, sadly, was NOT.

As it turns out, the ovens at the event were for re-heating ONLY, not baking… which meant that mine was a little… not… good.

But it’s a good RECIPE, I promise!

Here’s the gist…

(Mostly) Organic Mexican Breakfast Casserole

1 Package Biscuits (10) This is the “mostly” part. As far as I know, Pillsbury doesn’t make organic biscuits.
1 Medium Chorizo Sausage
5 Eggs
1/2 Cup Cultured Goat’s Milk
1/2 Cup Shredded Cheese
1/2 Cup Crumbled Goat Cheese
Salsa
Tortilla Chips

1. Tear biscuits into small pieces, line dish.
2. Skin chorizo, break into small pieces, brown in skillet.
3. Mix eggs, milk, shredded cheese, pour over biscuits.
4. Sprinkle chorizo into dish.
5. Crush tortilla chips into small pieces, sprinkle 2/3 cup into dish.
6. Bake 25 min. @ 350 degrees.
7. Top with 2/3 cup of crushed tortilla chips.
8. Bake for 5-7 more min.
9. Remove from oven, top with goat cheese, salsa.

So tonight is the big casserole party… the casserole event of the year!

My friend Emily, who is possibly one of the coolest chicks on the planet, throws a great casserole bash every year. As it’s grown, so has her devotion to casseroles.

I’m looking to take the prize, with a special little dish I like to call MEXICAN BREAKFAST CASSEROLE.

I’m not posting the recipe until tomorrow, because I know someone’s out there looking to take my glory…