Send Rice KrispiesโฆQuick!
Someone, anyoneโฆhelp!โฆbring Rice Krispies! I think I brought too many marshmallows backโฆ
Someone, anyoneโฆhelp!โฆbring Rice Krispies! I think I brought too many marshmallows backโฆ
This April marks a very special three-year anniversary. Do I celebrate with a coupe of Champagne? Do I whip out the mixer and make a celebration cake? Do I pull out whatโs left of my hair and be bitter? No, noโฆand maybe. In April of 2003, I shipped two cases of books to my address in Paris, and somewhere between here and there, someone isโฆ
Four Jobs Iโve Had: 1. Restocking the salad bar at The Vineyard restaurant. You wouldnโt eat the hard-boiled eggs at a salad bar if you saw where they come from. And I donโt mean the chickens. 2. The photo processing counter at Service Merchandise. We would wait for certain customers to drop off their film. Some were famous. At least amongst us. Especially Mr. Sabatiniโฆ.
If I have to put on a sweater and carry an umbrella one more day, Iโm going to screamโฆ
When I used to get sick in America, I would get congested, a sore throat, sometimes a runny nose, and a fever. In France, whenever I get sick, it bypasses every other organ and heads straight to my stomach. I donโt know if itโs the rich foods, the dubious rules of storage, or a new set of germs as foreign to me as the 14โฆ
A baker takes advantage of the sub-zero temperature of Parisโฆ โฆwhere rooftops multi-task as cooling racksโฆ
Kevin at Seriously Good tagged me with this, The 2006 Food Challenge of This Year I Dare! Youโre supposed to talk about things youโre going to do different in the kitchen this year. Hereโs a fewโฆ Garbage Bags Iโm only going to buy premium, top-quality garbage bags this year. No more el-cheapo, whisper-thin bags that you could read Le Monde through. I generate mounds ofโฆ