My grandma is a big fan of the afternoon movie. She has stacks of videos arranged by the television. A treasure trove of old favorites – Singing in the Rain, Oklahoma, Annie, Some Like It Hot, Calamity Jane. All fabulous, fabulous ways to spend an hour or two with a cup of tea and some kind of baked good.
But her favorite is The Student Prince.
“I was covering a golf party at the Playboy Mansion,” said Rhett, casually. Rhett is a sketch writer, and son of infinitely awesome parents, naming-wise. He’d been interning at a paper in LA, he said, and had been sent out to note and observe.
“I can’t come out after the rehearsal,” said Kathleen. “I promised my friend I’d see her Belly Dancing. It’s her first ever show.”
I recently started writing for a sketch comedy team at the Pit in NYC. We write late, and rehearse later. Consequently, I’m staggering home at 11pm, lacking the energy to tackle any significant cooking, or indeed, any significant eating. Continue reading
“I wouldn’t recommend a lizard,” said Heidi. We were at my Grandma’s drinking tea when the subject of pets had come up. Continue reading
When my sister was little she had a pet rabbit. It was probably the best rabbit in the entire world, we thought. For example, it once peed on an ex boyfriend of mine.
This is the essential Easter recipe, as far as I’m concerned. Continue reading
I recently spent a week at home in the UK. And, much to the delight of my Downton Abbey bereft American friends, my trip was a catalogue of quintessentially British cliche. Continue reading
It’s St Patrick’s Day – a whole weekend of Irish and green-themed revelry in NYC.
Ok, so this doesn’t sound in the least bit authentic, I know, and I really was a skeptic when my Spanish friend Monica told me that she and her mother and her grandmother all make tortilla with potato chips – crisps if you’re British, like me.