Monthly Archives: January 2012
As Superbowl approaches, thoughts turn to burgers, mac n cheese, pizza, oh, and football of course.
My friend Wendy’s friend has made a brave life choice; she’s given up being a lawyer, or a market analyst, or whatever it was that she did in her fancy midtown office, and is following her dream of making hats.
In the chip shop in the town in Scotland where my husband grew up, they will literally batter and deep fry anything. Sausages? Why not. Pizza? Obviously. Chocolate bars? Nae problem.
My husband and I are stalked by bagpipers. We go shopping in Edinburgh. There’s a bagpiper. We honeymoon in Paris. Bagpiper. Machu Picchu after three days hiking the Inca Trail. Bagpiper. And now, several blocks away, the dulcet tones of … Continue reading
This Dinner Will Get You Laid – Slow Roast Duck for Chinese New Year, and a question; do you have a type?
Through the wonder of the internet, my friend Jen has discovered a disquieting fact about her ex boyfriend: “his new girlfriend looks exactly like me.”
Over Christmas when Jon and I were visiting his parents in Scotland, we were given the task of organizing all our stuff that was stored in their garage. We moved to New York with 2 suitcases, so literally everything else … Continue reading
Inspired by necessity – taking 17 hours of Christmas Music off my iPod – I have been organizing my iTunes library. Out of this flurry of activity has come the Kitchen Music Playlist. Tag line: songs to cook to.
Upon first impressions you may be fooled into thinking that New York is a highly rational place, rooted in the real. Real estate, real hard work, commerce, business – some guy was talking trash to a transvestite outside the Duplex … Continue reading
Our friends Hilary and Jeremy, inspired by Gertrude Stein’s famous Parisian artist salons, hosted a dinner where everyone had to stand up and do a turn, talk about their latest play or project, test run a new song, and generally … Continue reading
The skeleton of the Christmas tree is out on the pavement waiting to be collected. The majority of the needles have been swept up, though we did find some in our bed this morning, which is frankly, a little curious. … Continue reading