
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.

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.

It’s the end of an era. John and Demitri have both left Manhattan. One to travel the world for 6 months on an epic and brave adventure. The other to work in Ohio. Continue reading

Officially, today is Spring. Think sunshine, think optimism, think cute baby animals, green shoots of promise and hope.
Jon, however, had other things on his mind.

Oscar night. Time for fancy popcorn, champagne, and feeling smug about seeing the nominated animated shorts, which puts me a full 5 movies ahead of Jon in this year’s roundup.

It was the American finale of Downton Abbey last night, leaving my friends bereft and concerned that Sunday Nights will no longer hold the possibility of joy or distraction. Even the upcoming Oscars can’t lift their spirits.