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Things advertisers in my inbox think I need that I didn’t think I needed before I saw the advert, and now I’m not so sure:
The Upper West Side is a great place to be on Halloween. The houses lining 69th street are decorated as individually themed haunted houses, ranging from the frightening – serial killers in the process of being electrocuted, dangling corpses from … Continue reading
What’s not to love about Thanksgiving? Americans eat mashed sweet potatoes covered in mini marshmallows, drizzled with maple syrup, then broilled / grilled to a molten goo. This is amazing.
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
Here are some of the things that a quick poll of my friends revealed they are thankful for this year: good health, family, having jobs, not having mice, iPads. Here’s what I am thankful for this year: I did not … Continue reading
Thanksgiving is just around the corner. Great excitement; the paper turkeys can once more grace the window sill. That’s not a metaphor for something. I mean actual paper turkeys. And also paper pumpkins and garland. Gotta love a theme.
The key to successful pumpkin carving, it turns out, is having access to some kind of saw.
This Dinner Will Get You Laid – Pumpkin Lamb Stew – with optional eyeballs (full disclosure – the eyeballs will almost certainly not get you laid.)
If you’re planning on dressing up as any of the following: sexy kitten, sexy devil, sexy cowgirl, sexy bunny, French Maid, Dominatrix, you don’t need to be worrying about making lamb stew. Seriously. Cheese and crackers is plenty. This post … Continue reading
I’d never heard of Pumpkin beer until I came to New York and bought a selection of Autumnal bottles because I loved the Halloween themed labels. Yes, I am a marketer’s dream.