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It was the American finale of Downton Abbey last night, leaving my friends bereft and concerned that Sunday Nights will no longer hold the possibility of joy or distraction. Even the upcoming Oscars can’t lift their spirits.
A Rotarian Halloween and Whole Roasted Pumpkins with Butternut Squash Risotto – This Dinner Will Get You Laid
One Halloween when my husband was a kid, he was picked by his school to be in one of those murder mysteries that were the absolute Newest Craze – the kind that you can still buy now in a box … Continue reading
“Unbelievably” said Jen, “It actually tastes like pasta.” It was the inauguration of my KitchenAid pasta roller attachment, given to me as a birthday gift from Sheana, my mother in law. I had been wanting it ever since I acquired … Continue reading
Englishness continues as baby Emily is christened in the Parish Church in front of adoring family, friends and a set of great grandparents.
Drinking was involved, and so was Hilary.
July was a month of ice coffee. I made ice cubes out of espresso and milk (coldness without dilution), and I’ve hardly been without one since; walking to work, morning booster, afternoon pick me up, and even decaf versions at … Continue reading
Perhaps it started when Ken and Carrie decided to celebrate both their birthdays and a wedding anniversary with a cake buffet at rotating restaurant The View; “What’s that you say? Too touristy? Shudder to think of navigating the Marriott Marquis’ … Continue reading
If you are lucky enough to have a friend who has an uncle who has a house in the Hamptons, then there are certainly worse ways to spend an afternoon than floating around his pool on a noodle, and gossiping … Continue reading
There are places to go to in New York when you want to pretend that you are in Paris. Jean Claude on Sullivan Street springs instantly to mind, Balthazar of course, and Pastis, which is where I met my friend … Continue reading
I had high hopes for the peas. They started out so strong. Thrusting their way out of the seedling planter on the window sill, then, newly transferred onto the balcony, twining seductively around their stakes (ok, chopsticks) and eventually … Continue reading