Tag Archives: pasta
Recently, Iâ€™ve been planning my work wardrobe around being able to wear leggings under things, and matching with my boots. The sidewalks are covered in gray ice. Salt stains the carpet. Things just got a little schlubby.
So I wrote a play for my friend Annie, and in it, is a giant luminous starfish. â€œYouâ€™ll be ok making that, right?â€ I blithely checked with Jon as I headed out of the door on Saturday morning.
New Year. A time to reflect on 2013, to add up our narratives and dramas and to wonder how we might tweak them in the year to come. Nothing brings this home more pointedly than a session reading Christmas letters … Continue reading
Iâ€™m just going to tell it to you straight. I love my cape. I love to sweep around the city like fashion batman. I like to wear it as often as possible.
I recently started writing for a sketch comedy team at the Pit in NYC. We write late, and rehearse later. Consequently, Iâ€™m staggering home at 11pm, lacking the energy to tackle any significant cooking, or indeed, any significant eating.
Everybody needs a hobby â€“ for me itâ€™s a close tie between magazining and singing. For John, triathlons. For Tabitha, designing dog Halloween costumes and selling them on Etsy. As it turns out, Jonâ€™s Boss has a hobby too â€“ … Continue reading
NYC is a city of contrasts. This week, for example my very brave friend Jess made something of a public declaration of hope on her blog. Not entirely out of the blue, you understand, but because she has met a … Continue reading
This Dinner Will Get You Laid â€“ linguini with lemon and crÃ¨me fraiche â€“ the antidote to hotheadedness
Itâ€™s been a roasting hot sticky week in New York City. The kind of weather that makes people sleepy, then stupid as night falls and the temperature drops to merely baking.
This Dinner Will Get You Laid â€“ Fettuccine Alfredo with peas and pancetta and an important question; whatâ€™s in a name?
Not entirely out of the blue, I was able to plug my fascinating fact of the week into conversation: â€œDid you know,â€ I told the assembled company, â€œthat Pepsi Cola was originally called Bradâ€™s Drink?â€
â€œUnbelievablyâ€ said Jen, â€œIt actually tastes like pasta.â€ 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