In a game of Kitchen Survivor, my pasta fagioli gets voted off of the island.

Stepped on the scale this morning, 155lbs. Not good. When I moved to New York I weighed 170lbs and I didn’t need to lose any weight. My goal was to try to reach 180lbs, then poverty sunk in. People joke about starving actors but do they really realize we’re always so hungry?? As I write this my head is pounding and my insides are screaming. Food — I’m so hungry.

Remember the pasta fagioli? Well, try as I might I couldn’t keep it safe from the outside world. Friday, one day after making the delicious and healthy dish, we blew a circuit in the apartment. Unfortunately, our circuit box is in the basement of the building and we don’t have access to it. The building manager didn’t answer his cell phone all weekend so we were left without power. The City of New York (311) told me that this is illegal but all I could do was file a complaint. Determined to save my food from spoiling, I took the pasta fagioli down to a church a few blocks from my house where it found a nice home in the refrigerator for the weekend. When Monday came and our power was back, I got the pasta back and had a few good meals from it. Sadly, the other night I came home to no pasta. Read the rest of this entry »