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True Romance with a capital R. My friend James has abandoned his Brooklyn apartment, handed in his notice at his job in an office off Union Square, and will move to Paris forthwith, to be with the woman he loves.
This pasta sauce is literally translated as tartâ€™s or whoreâ€™s. The idea being, I believe, that only slovenly women would make a sauce entirely out of store cupboard ingredients. That said, thereâ€™s an alternate theory that says the sauceâ€™s sharp … Continue reading
Iâ€™m through with winter. I know. Thereâ€™s months of it to go, and I should suck it up and make the best of it with hearty stews, warming soups, sticky puddings and other seasonal deliciousness, and I will, but for … Continue reading
I met Lizzy in Columbus Circle for wine and macaroons and to offer my opinion on which of two Coach bags was the cuter, and found her in a rather more than usually agitated state.
One thing that my London friends want to know about life in New York; is it true that people use their ovens for storage? The answer is a resounding yes. The picture at the top of this blog is my … Continue reading
Godson Arthur turned seven this week and hosted a fantastic medieval themed party at the local scout hut attired in a sequined tabard with a shield, helmet and sword. One of his cousins came as a dragon. Jon, looking over … Continue reading
My Labor Day cooking tends towards the simple â€“ basically burgers as often as I think I can get away with them, and for dessert I want to stay in a relaxed holiday mood, to expend as little effort as … Continue reading
In his Love Song, J. Alfred Prufrock wonders â€œdo I dare to eat a peach?â€ and I have to say, I see his point. Itâ€™s an act of hope over experience, so often, a flirtation with bitter disappointment. I recently … Continue reading