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As part of his job, twice a year my husband has to get up earlier than usual, head out to a lecture hall and listen to a talk about being a responsible researcher.
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
Ingyin and Yosi have a car. Thatâ€™s not the only reason why theyâ€™re our friends, but itâ€™s pretty nice. And on Wednesday night they made one of my dreams, nurtured on a heady mixture of Sweet Valley High and watching … Continue reading
People mocked me when I told them I was going to a Justin Bieber movie viewing with Champagne. And Iâ€™ll tell you what I told them; honestly, if you havenâ€™t seen the movie, you simply donâ€™t know what youâ€™re missing.
Partly it started because my sister Sarah and her boyfriend Matt came to stay with us in New York from London. Sarah is a wine buyer, so we left that bit up to her, while Jon went zooming off to … Continue reading
It was the end of the Summer of Love for Lizzy and J, and they emerged blinking into the golden autumn light to find that everything had changed. The plants in her window boxes were brittle skeletons, his car, evidently … Continue reading
The Wednesday Tipple â€“ Chardonnay, (with truffled mushroom bruschetta) and a meditation on micro pigs
Jonathan does not believe in Micro Pigs. I saw one a few weeks ago being carried in a Louis Vuitton by a fancy Park Avenue type lady, appropriately enough, on Park Avenue. He was beaming out at the world in … Continue reading
Hot on the quest to change her romantic fate and prove wrong a nay-saying tealeaf reader, Sara attended a speed dating event at a bar on the Upper West Side. Upon returning home she realized that her new dress had … Continue reading