Plague Dinner # 7

Plague Dinner from the Pandemic Pantry - What to make with Potatoes and Left-over ground Chicken and 2 boneless Chicken Breasts?

Gnocchi and Chicken in a Creamy, Sagey Sauce.

Serves 3, but took about 1 hour and 15 minutes to make, however...

It got RAVES!

I made gnocchi from scratch. Never a good idea. I wouldn't recommend this to anyone. Use frozen or shelf gnocchi.

If you must know, I made a delicious gnocchi dough with 4 potatoes mashed and cooled, spread out on a pan to dry.

I put the spuds in a shallow bowl, made a well in the centre, added about 1.5 cups flour and 1 egg. Then I incorporated the potato into the egg and flour.

I dusted my board with flour and on it rolled a lemon sized chunk of of gnocchi dough and rolled it into a tube. Then cut it into inch-long pillows. Don't bother making them fancy by rolling them on a fork.

I made about 100 pieces. Like I said, the dough was tasty.

In the meantime I cut up 2 chicken breasts into chunks and browned them for about 8 minutes a side, turning meanwhile to avoid all pinkness. I added some salami slices and  added the left over ground chicken from earlier in the week.

Sauce: The cheapest, cheatiest sauce. In a Pyrex measuring cup I added a sprinkle of dried Italian seasoning, a squirt of chicken OXO, a glug of white wine and, because I had no cream, 1/2 a cup of milk and a tablespoon of cream cheese. I stirred it all around until the cream cheese was mostly incorporated. Add to the chicken a minute or 2 before serving.

Back to the gnocchi

In the 2nd largest saucepan I had, I dropped them into rapidly boiling water. I strained them out with a slotted spoon when they rose to the surface, in just minutes. My problem is that those gnocchi on the bottom got pretty water-logged.

I then added them to a hot pan of oil and garlic. Smelled great but only about 1/2 of them kept their shape.

But when they were all together on the plate, they replicated a Christmas dinner, according to George and Noah. The mushy gnocchi was like potatoes and stuffing put together!

They gave dinner a 9.4 out of 10. Lots of props for this one. 

Going to take a 2 day break from blogging. Tonight, I know for sure we're having Egyptian tomato soup, polenta and roasted vegetables. They're in the oven!

#pandemicpantry #plaguepantry #isolationdinners #selfisolation #plaguemeals #plaguedinner #pantrymeals 

Plague Dinner # 6

Spaghetti in Meat Sauce. 

You know how it goes. 

We used to have spaghetti every Saturday night when Noah was younger. Then we'd scramble to clean up so we could watch Saturday Night at the Movies on TVO. That's long gone, but I thought I could re-institute the spaghetti tradition. 

Not much different here. I tried to make the ground chicken more beefy by dousing it in beef bouillon. We enjoy spaghettini more than its thicker cousin. I added onion, half a green pepper and a handful of baby spinach leaves. 

Always a favourite. 8.9 out of 10. 

Next up: something with potatoes, eggs and 2 chicken breasts. 

Plague Dinner # 5

Brussels Sprouts Soup and a Kind-of-Jamie Oliver Pasta

Makes enough for 3. Took a leisurely 40 minutes. 

What can I make with left-over Brussels sprouts, rice and frozen spinach pucks?

This was a very green meal, but the greener the better, right?

To make the soup:

This soup was very similar in flavour to a main dish I made the other day, so therefore it was yummy.

So I fried some garlic in butter and added 10 tailed left-over Brussels sprouts. Then I tossed in some left over rice (with turmeric) that I made yesterday. (Rice adds a thickness to the soup and will be undetectable once I puree it.) To this, I added my friends lemon zest and mustard. Stirred it about and added 3.5 cups chicken stock. I brought it to a boil, then simmered for 20-25 minutes. Does it need salt? Then I pureed it with an immersion blender. 

The pasta I made used up some thawed spinach pucks. 4 or 5. Steamed.
Once cooled I put the steamed spinach in the "Oscar" blender that I've had since I was 21. I added 1 cup cottage cheese and a healthy dash of sea salt and about 1/2 a cup white cheddar. Parmesan would have been better but I didn't have any.  Then I "blitzed" it for about 10 seconds. 

I boiled the spaghettini for the required time and I added one peeled of garlic to the salted water. I drained the pasta, and rescued the garlic. I added the garlic to the spinach puree and pureed it again for a couple of seconds. 

The pasta goes back in the pot, the puree of spinach goes on top, and I stirred it about until all the pasta is green. 

(Jamie makes this with Savoy cabbage, ricotta and parmesan, but I had none of that). I also forgot to take good photos. 

The guys liked it and give it a 8.2 out of 10. 

Next. It's Saturday, so it has to be Spaghetti. Too much pasta perhaps? We'll see. 

Plague Dinner # 4

Chicken Torpedoes and Tangy Lime Chips

What to do with left-over 6-layer dip, ground chicken and 2 tortillas.

Made for than enough for 3. Took 45 minutes. 

I found this  tasty, however ground chicken is pretty bland and hard to spice up. Without going into too much detail I was going to make torpedo-shaped chicken patties and put them in tortilla wraps. However, unbeknownst to me, we had only 2 wraps left. So I had to improvise.

I took one pack ground chicken, mixed it up with 1/2 cup 6-Layer Dip,(it's gone now),  half a green pepper and about a tablespoon of minced onion, some mysterious chili spice Noah brought home from work and salt. I formed them in to 7, yes 7 torpedo shaped  patties and baked them at 400 for 25 minutes. 

While this was going on I toasted the tortillas in the oven on one side for about 4 minutes to firm then up a little.

I added 1 tsp lime zest to about 1 tb mayo and a squirt from my plastic lime. My lime is from Italy so I feel somewhat better about not using fresh! No Realemon here and added  salt and fresh pepper to taste.

Spread on the cooled tortillas. Put back in the oven for 5-6 minutes. 

When cool enough, scissor into equal-sized triangles. 

In the interim, I boiled some rice, added turmeric for colour and boiled some broccoli. 

The meal wasn't bad, but the guys were less than thrilled with the meat. They gave it a 70.5 out of 100. 

Tomorrow: Can I make soup out of the left-over cauliflower? Can I replicate a Jamie Oliver pasta?

#thePlague #PlagueDinners 

Plague Dinner # 3

Gnocchi with Brussels Sprouts in a Lemon/Garlic Sauce

AKA Half a packet of Store-bought Gnocchi, Half packet of Salami, Brussels Sprouts

What can I make from the fridge without having to go to the store?

This one's a winner. 

Serves 2 no problem. 3...well that's another story.  Took exactly 25 minutes. 

Ingredients

Olive oil 

1/2 onion

6 slices of sliced mild salami

30-36 Brussels sprouts

1 garlic clove peeled

1.5 tb butter

1.5  tb flour

1 cup milk

salt

1 tb lemon zest

1 tb mustard

Dash of white wine (optional)

1/2 package of store bought gnocchi

Here we go - 

Slice the onion. 

Slice the salami into strips

Tail the Brussels sprouts

Put the sprouts on to boil in a roomy pot for 15 minutes

Make the white sauce this way:

Soften the garlic in the butter for about 5 minutes in a small saucepan on medium/low. This will smell GORGEOUS. Smoosh down the garlic with the tines of a fork.

Add the flour. Stir with a wooden spoon until all mixed.

Add a little milk until you have a smooth paste.

Add a dash of salt.

Add the remainder of the milk. Turn up to medium/high stir with your wooden spoon until no lumps remain and the first bubbles appear. Then reduce heat to simmer. 

Stir in the mustard and lemon zest. Add a very small splash white wine. Keep saucepan on very low heat. Don't let the sauce boil.

Next, fry the onion and salami in a little oil on a medium heat for 3 or 4 minutes

When the Brussels sprouts have about 4 minutes to go add the gnocchi to the pot. When the 15 minutes is up, drain. 

Turn down the onion to low. 

Add the sprouts/gnocchi.

Add the sauce. Combine

This was really good. My guys gave it a 9 out of 10. They raised it to a 9.4 when I made them pasta shells to go with the sauce. My original quantities were not enough for 3. 

Next time, what can I create with ground chicken, left over 6-Layer dip and some left-over tomato sauce. 

Plague Dinner # 2

The 2nd installment in my light-hearted escapade to eat well using left-overs, pantry items and what fresh food I can find, during the time of Coronavirus. Psst...it doesn't always work. 

Obviously, missing something as a food stylist.

Fresh Salmon and 1 left-over beet. 

Serves 2 well and takes exactly 1 hour.

Ingredients

1 left-over pre-cooked beet, cut into 1 inch chunks
2 carrots, peeled and trimmed and cut diagonally into 1 inch pieces
1 orange cut into 8 wedges
dash of sea salt
sprinkle of oregano
5 dashes of tabasco
1 tb olive oil
1 tb honey
Salmon fillet - .275 kilos or .6 of a pound
2 or 3 cardamom pods
A little lime zest or a squirt from a plastic lime
1 peeled garlic
another smidgen of olive oil
3 large potatoes

Ok. Mix the first 8 ingredients in a bowl until the honey and oil gets everywhere. Put in a rectangular casserole, oranges slices up. (See reviews below)
Bake at 350 for 40 minutes.

Boil the potatoes. Mash after 20 minutes

Place the salmon in a pan or casserole

Smoosh cardamom pods, oil, lime and garlic together
Rub onto salmon.

Put the salmon in the oven at the same temp as the beet/carrot mixture for the remaining 25 minutes. (Rule of thumb is 25 minutes per 1 inch of salmon)

Family reviews.
Meh. My guys gave it a 6.6. The orange slices were weird, hard to eat and bitter. It would have been better if the orange had been peeled. I thought that even after 40 minutes the carrots were too hard. Parboiling would fix this but add to the time and complication.

It was extremely colourful. I would repeat this without the orange.

See what I can do next time with half a packet of gnocchi and half a packet of salami.

#Plague, #PlagueDinner #CoronavirusMenu

Plague Dinner # 1

Plague Dinner # 1

This photo is from hearthandvine.com/chicken-black-bean-casserole/

I'm trying to cook fresh as long as I can. Although I can hardly remember how to blog, I thought I would share some light-hearted attempts of my cooking with left-overs and what's on hand at my local Sobey's/Soviet era grocery store.

This was some sort of chicken/bean casserole

1 boneless chicken breast, seared
1/2 onion softened in a little oil
1/2 green pepper, diced
1/2 cup frozen corn - (I had leftover split yellow peas!)
1 can of black beans, drained
1/2 cup leftover black bean soup (optional, of course)
1/2 cup Six Layer Dip (we all have that, right?) just for a little zip.
nubbin of cheddar cheese
3/4 cup tomato sauce
seasoning.
3 cups cooked Basmati rice

Dice the browned chicken. It will still be a little pink inside. Combine all the ingredients except the cheddar in a small casserole dish. Grate a little cheddar on the top. Bake at 350 for 25 minutes. Serve on the rice.

Will serve 3.

My guys gave it a solid 4 out of 5 and 2 thumbs up.

This photo is not mine.

Come back tomorrow to see what I can do with salmon and beets!

#Plague #PlagueDinner #Rationing #Sobeys

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Misia - Another Red-headed Muse - Part Three

Photo of Misia by Vuillard, 1897Misia by Renoir 1904

In 1907 Misia’s marriage to Alfred Edwards was in tatters. Misia was extremely jealous of her husband's mistress Genevieve Lantelme, and said in her memoirs "I had contrived to get a photograph of Lantelme; it adorned my dressing-table, and I made desperate efforts to look like her, dress my hair in the same way, wear the same clothes."

Genevieve Lantelme
Genevieve Lantelme and Edwards married but in 1911 Lantelme drowned after falling off Edwards’ yactht.

Around 1909 Misia began an affair with the lusty Spanish Painter José Maria Sert; she married him in 1920. Sert’s murals achieved international recognition. His work adorns the assembly hall of the League of Nations, the Waldorf-Astoria in New York and his mural at the Rockefeller Center replaced the one painted by Diego Rivera which was dismantled after Rockefeller objected to its subject matter.



José Maria Sert
Sert had been working at the Ballets Russes painting sets and creating the dancer's costumes. He was a colourful, fiery man with enough money to keep Misia in the style to which she had been accustomed. They decorated their apartment on the Rue de Rivoli in an unorthodox but staggeringly grand way. Massive pieces of rock crystal were placed in front of the fire to refract light. Tables were made of tortoiseshell or the semi-precious malachite.
Mural by Sert, Rockefeller Center
In the meantime thanks to Serge Diaghilev and his Ballets Russes, Misia’s drawing-room on the Rue de Rivoli became home away from home for the Russians. She opened her door to him while he broadened her horizons. When Igor Stravinsky first played the score of Le Sacre du Printemps to Diaghilev, the event inevitably took place in Misia’s apartment.
Serge Diaghilev
Misia loved José Sert, saying she was the only man who truly “satisfied” her. But Misia had a way of attracting younger, prettier women into her circle who threatened to steal her man. This time Roussy Mdivani was the thief.

Roussy managed to crawl into the Sert’s bedroom the last time José made love to Misia. Misia didn't hold a grudge, "The poor girl was not responsible for the feeling she had for you." she wrote Sert. "I found it very natural that she should adore you."

Misia was weirdly fond and protective of Roussy Mdivani, inviting her everywhere and tending to her health. All three were taking drugs; Sert had always used cocaine, Misia was finding release in morphine, Roussy was willing to try anything. The triangle lasted for as long as Misia’s pride allowed. They divorced in 1927.

In Misia’s circle between the wars, fashion steadily got the edge on art. In 1916 Misia met Coco Chanel who was to become her closest female friend. Apparently Misia, although morphine-addicted, created bonsai-like table-top trees out of rock-crystal and semi-precious stones. It’s uncertain if she made the trees herself but she certainly designed them. She designed dresses for a New York City fashion house around the same time.

When Sert finally cut ties with Misia, she consoled herself with the company of Coco Chanel, who was to now assume the dominant role in Misia’s life. Jean Cocteau dramatized their friendship in Les Monstres Sacrés but apparently he really never understood their relationship.

After Roussy’s early death, José Sert moved back in with Misia. During World War II Misia did her best to save artist Max Jacob’s life, She tried to pull every string to save him from the Nazis.
At her post-war soirées she invited collaborators and résistants on different days, but if they happened to bump into each other by chance she left them to sort it out. Her close friend Coco was arrested for a short time, suspected of being a Nazi collaborator.

Misia lived until 1950. She survives only in the works of others.

photo of Lantelme found at http://elgrillo.web-log.nl/el_grillo/paris/index.html
top photo of Misia by Vuillard found at the great website http://www.aloj.us.es/galba/monograficos/LOFOTOGRAFICO/POSTIMPRESIONISTAS/Fotos_Vuillard1.htm

Misia - Another Red-headed Muse - Part One

Portrait of Misia - Henri-Toulouse Lautrec

I had never heard of Misia until G-Pup bought me the book Misia, The Life of Misia Sert, by Arthur Gold and Robert Fizdale, second hand.

It turns out that Misia is one of the most inspirational muses and patrons of the Parisian avant-garde. Artists, musicians, writers and dancers at the turn of the (last) century were beguiled by her. A beauty in her time, Misia was painted by Toulouse-Lautrec, by Bonnard and Vuillard, and according to her memoirs, 7 or 8 times by Renoir.

She’s another in my series of red-headed muses and this gingersnap of a woman seemed to have her finger in all pies.

Misia Godebska, was born in 1872 in Russia. Her mother died in childbirth. Her father, the sculptor Cyprien Godebska, was engaged in the reconstruction of the Tsar’s palace. Remarried, he sent her off to live with family. She had a few idyllic years living with her grandmother in Belgium where she was found be a gifted pianist, only to be reunited with her distant father and step-mother in Paris. There Misia grew up in amongst the upper crust of French society, but she was shunted off to a succession of boarding schools and family members.

Henri Toulouse-Lautrec

She married early, at the age of 16, to Thadée Natanson, a Polish ex-pat politician and journalist. Later he became the editor of the Paris arts magazine la Revue Blanche, focusing on the circle of the Paris avant-garde.

La Revue Blanche was published from 1891 to 1902. One had to know Misia before being published in the magazine and in turn, Misia only wanted to know those who were gifted. She knew almost everyone who mattered in Paris’s artistic circles. Her taste was original and discerning. Probably a true bohemian, she was unwilling to desert her money and her class.

The painters (Vuillard, Bonnard, Lautrec and Renoir) painted her and the composers debuted their masterpieces at her piano. Ravel and Debussy were frequent guests. Vuillard adored her. Stéphane Mallarmé wrote poetry for her.

Photo by Édouard Vuillard

Although I don’t find her particularly striking, the painters thought her looks miraculous, with a legendary pair of legs and a dreamy bosom. Colette revolved around this group too, sporting a waistline almost as small as Misia’s.


At a party of 300, thrown by Misia’s brother-in-law to celebrate the completion of nine large panels painted by Vuillard, Toulouse-Lautrec was the barman.

Misia ate up her husband Thadée’s money; as a patron she required plenty of material items. With the help of Thadée and his money she was able to entertain at their homes in the country as well. At one of these country parties, Misia caught the eye of the vulgar newspaper baron Alfred Edwards, editor of Le Matin.

Thadée Natanson was facing bankruptcy. Edwards bailed him out, on condition that he surrender his wife. Thadée and la Revue Blanche were saved and Misia was the price...

More to follow.

Misia - Another Red-headed Muse - Part Two

Pierre Bonnard
Pierre Bonnard
Edouard Vuillard

In 1900 Misia was a voluptous 28 years old. The Paris Exposition was on. Misia was about to lose her good friend Toulouse-Lautrec. Her husband, Thadée Natanson, began taking more of an interest in politics. He found le Revue Blanche boring and entered into new and not-so-lucrative ventures. And the newspaper magnate Alfred Edwards fanatically pursued Misia like Pépé le Pew pursued the little black and white cat.

Photo of Misia and Thadée by Edouard Vuillard

Misia was offended and a little afraid of the extremely boorish, powerful Edwards. Misia’s husband found her attitude childish and urged her to use her charm to secure financial backing from him.

His plan backfired. Alfred Edwards did in fact help ease Thadée Natanson's financial woes, but Edwards was so obsessed with Misia that having her as a mistress was not enough. He wanted her as his wife. The fact that he already had a wife didn’t seem to matter.

Alfred Edwards

Once again Thadée had bungled his affairs. He resigned himself to the situation between Edwards and his wife and cabled Misia to “arrange everything.” Misia now saw Thadée as a tarnished knight - Edwards as the dragon. Perhaps by marrying the dragon she would no longer need protection. Misia began to feel “the agitation which strongly resembles love”. She began living with Alfred Edwards in 1903 and married him a few years later.

Misia acquired new friends in the Parisian musical and artistic circles. She was a confidante of Pablo Picasso and Jean Cocteau and an early and devoted patron of Sergei Diaghilev's Ballets Russes. She was an inspiration to Proust and Apollinaire.

Maurice Ravel dedicated "Le Cygne" to her. When Ravel failed for the third time to win the Prix de Rome, Misia used her new husband’s clout to make the director of the Conservatoire resign. Gabriel Fauré, Misia’s childhood piano teacher took over the postion.

Misia played the piano for Caruso while he sang Neapolitan songs, and told him to pipe down when she’s had enough.

Misia was a close friend of designer Coco Chanel. Coco said "Misia never read a book"; however, she was always surrounded by people who were pure culture.”

Many of her friends from the old days stayed close and at least one grew even closer. Renoir didn’t pick sides. He was a deeply moral man and approved of Misia’s gift for bringing life alive.

Renoir longed to paint Misia’s famous breasts naked, but she would never bare them, probably because Edwards was lurking jealously despite the fact that Renoir was badly crippled with arthritis. Misia once rewarded Renoir for a portrait by giving him a blank cheque. He filled it out with the going rate. Apparently Renoir wrote love letters to her, but on the advice of her literary agent, deeming them as “too silly”, Misia destroyed them before her death.

Misia by Renoir

Misia lost Edwards to the gorgeous actress Genevieve Lantelme. As the break-up took a long time Misia was able to continue enjoying a large income. In the early stages of the breakup she headed for the coast to get away from it all. Marcel Proust was on hand to observe that Misia had ended up sharing a stretch of beach with her husband and his new mistress and her ex-husband Thadée.

More to come. (including a third husband)

A trip to Mr. Dickens'

In 1821, when Charles Dickens was a nine-year old boy, he and his ne’er-do-well father took a walk along some of Kent’s country roads. On Gravesend Road they passed a house called Gad’s Hill Place, north and west of Rochester. Young Charles was very impressed with the house. The Dickens family was plagued with financial problems – his father was in and out of the workhouse – but Dickens Sr. recognized his son’s interest and told Charles that if he “were to be very persevering and were work very hard” he might some day live there.

And live there he did. After the financial success of The Pickwick Papers, Oliver Twist and a Christmas Carol, Charles Dickens was able to buy Gad’s Hill Place in 1856 for about £1,800. Understandably Dickens was quite the local celebrity. He would host summer parties, cricket games and always had big Christmas parties including a children’s tea.

Well, my grandmother’s grandmother happened to be a child during that time. Harriet was born in 1853 in Gillingham, one the Medway towns located about 5 or 6 miles from where Dickens would make his home. When she was a little girl she was one of the lucky local children invited to Dickens’ house for Christmas tea. 

While I will never hear Harriet’s first-hand recollections of the event – she died in 1941 – I like to think the children’s party was jolly frolic in Dickens' grand reception under the festoons of bunting and coloured streamers.  There would be the requisite sprigs of holly and mistletoe and crackling fires and Christmas crackers. The air would be redolent with steaming punch and steaming fig puddings. Of course, silly tissue paper hats would be worn. Girls in their crisp tartan dress and boys in their knee britches would perhaps play a giddy game of musical chairs or blind mans buff by the base of the new holiday fad, the Christmas tree

Perhaps instead the timid children would wait, measuring out the minutes with the ticking of the mantle clock, while horses stamped and whinnied in the forecourt as a damp English winter penetrated Dicken’s old brick home.

But I like to think not. His was no Bleak House. Dickens continued to celebrate the season with exuberance until the end of his days. Dickens kept Christmas well until his death at Gad’s Hill Place in 1870. 

My Great-Great Grandmother circa 1920

From Bonjour Paris - The Day I Ate Nothing But Sweets!

https://bonjourparis.com/food-and-drink/day-i-ate-nothing-sweets

Caillebotte's Pyramid

Here's a photo of architect I.M. Pei's glass pyramid outside the Louvre in Paris.

photo:Mark Pimlott

Here's Impressionist painter Gustave Caillebotte's Paris: Rainy Day, 1877.

Now squint.

Art Institute of Chicago

 Do you see any similarities? I was looking at this from a distance and absent-mindedly wondered what Caillebotte was doing with a pyramid in the background of his famous picture. If one looks at the intersections of the grands boulevards in Paris, pyramids like this are seen on many street corners, like the intersection of rue de Turin and rue de Moscou where this picture was supposedly painted. Of course it all depends on perspective and where you are standing at the time.

With all these "pyramids" in Paris, maybe I.M. Pei's glass example  at the Louvre is easier to understand.

Georges Melies - The Inspiration for Hugo

Scene from Hugo, Paramount Pictures

 I first posted this story 2 years ago. I've just returned from seeing Martin Scorsese's Hugo and I hadn't realized that the film was so closely tied with the story of the real Georges Méliès. Here's a synopsis of Méliès life. Please enjoy the accompanying films. 

Many of us have seen a clip of the ancient film where the poor Man in the Moon gets smacked in the face by a rocket. Georges Méliès, born in Paris in 1861 is responsible for that early film and as a film maker Méliès was the first to utilize cinema's potential to tell magical stories.


Méliès was an illusionist by trade. Before making films he was a stage magician at the Theatre Robert-Houdin (how wonderful).

In 1895, after seeing a demonstration of the Lumière brothers' camera, he became interested in film. Two years later he established his own studio.

From his rooftop property in Montreuil, Méliès directed 531 films ranging from 1 minute in length to 40 minutes. These early films are similar to the magic tricks that Méliès had been performing on stage featuring disappearing objects or people. Despite this, Georges Méliès revolutionized early cinema. Although many of Méliès’s early films were devoid of plot, his special effects and storyboards became fundamental aspects of filmmaking. His films were even pirated!

He wrote, directed and acted in nearly all of his films. His most widely-known film is 1902’s A Trip to the Moon (Le voyage dans la Lune) includes the celebrated scene mentioned above in which the rocket-ship hits the Man in the Moon.

However, Méliès, the poor guy, could not compete with the larger studios like Pathé (who eventually bought him out) and he spent his last years selling toys in a boutique in Paris’s Montparnasse train station.

Méliès did not grasp the value of his films, and he allowed most of his film stock to be melted down into boot heels during World War I. Many of his films were recycled into new film and as a result much of his legacy does not exist today. Luckily, a copy of Méliès's 1899 short film Cleopatra, believed to be lost, was discovered in Paris in 2005.

The importance of his work was recognized in the years prior to his death. In 1932 the Cinema Society gave Méliès a home in Château d'Orly where he died in 1938.
Please enjoy these Méliès videos found on Youtube.
(vozdh)

(thedisko)