Somewhere along the way, I discovered that in the physical act of cooking, especially something complex or plain old hard to handle, dwelled unsuspected reservoirs of arousal both gastronomic and sexu...
Nowadays anyone with a crap laptop and an Internet connection can sound their barbaric yawp, whatever it may be.
Maybe if the men in my life weren’t always making smart-ass comments, they wouldn’t have to worry about bruises so much.
Something about knowing exactly what you're doing, and why.
A new enterprise awaits. It hangs before you like fruit on a tree.
There, I was just a secretary-shaped confederation of atoms, fighting the inevitability of mediocrity and decay. But here, in the Juliaverse... energy was never lost, merely converted from one form to...
Salomé...possibly the least successful play in history.
I never really even tried. But if I'm not a New York actress, what am I? I'm a person who takes a subway from the outer boroughs to lower Manhattan office every morning, who spends her days answering...
Oggigiorno, chiunque disponga di uno scalcinato laptop e di un accesso a Internet può fare sentire il proprio grido barbarico, qualunque sia il suo motore propulsore. Ma, sorpresa!, per ogni persona c...
But hard bitten cynicism leaves one feeling peevish, and too much of it can do lasting damage to your heart.
There is a law out there, if not of thermodynamics then of something equally primary and inescapable, that explains why everything from instant messaging to fabulous sex to aspic can in the end be def...
There are times with your friends when you just have to put their whole mess out of your mind for a while.
There are dinner parties ruined by guests, and there are dinner parties ruined by hosts, and then there are dinner parties when everyone contributes to the disaster.
The thing you learn with Potage Parmentier is that simple is not exactly the same as easy.
So the end may be a long time coming, but that doesn't mean it doesn't have a way of sneaking up on you.
One theory on cannibals, of course, is that they eat parts of their slain enemies to benefit from that person's greatest assets - their strength, their courage. Then there’s that thing they do in Germ...
My brother wrote another refrigerator magnet poem, when he was probably nineteen or twenty: 'When the flood comes/ I will swim to a symphony/ go by boat to some picture show/ and maybe I will forget a...
I’m the kind of person, who, when bored or unhappy, either drinks myself into oblivion or cooks very unhealthy things; Sally is the kind of person who, when bored or unhappy, goes jogging or cleans th...
Fiddling with damp tarragon left me so intensely irritated that when I was done I had to stick the ramekin/mise en place bowls back in the fridge and go watch both the episode where Xander is possesse...
And I realized that, for this night at least, I didn't much care if anyone was the marrying kind or not - not even me. Who could tell? We none of us knew for sure WHAT kind we were, exactly, but as lo...