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Month: November 2015

Life lessons from a drunk pedestrian.

Posted in Life & Love

10898234_817224721649255_1749669324988873874_nWhy do people walk into the road when they can see traffic heading their way? You’re sitting in two tonnes of fast moving metal and they’re stepping off the kerb giving you the hard look… their eyes saying: “Come on, I dare you, knock me down, make my day.”

It baffles me.

Yesterday I was waiting at a traffic light: third back in the line of cars, in the middle lane – when a woman started to cross. The cars in front of me had already pulled across the junction, but I hesitated when I saw her coming from my left. Thinking she may have missed the light cue – I hooted. She swore, slammed her hand on the bonnet and kept right on walking.

(5) Things we love…#69

Posted in Uncategorized

BARBER-580x580Only optimistic things to love this week.

One: … but not the Dog: On Rafael Mantissa’s thirtieth birthday, his wife left him. She took their cookware, their furniture, their photos, the lot. She left Rafael alone in an empty all-white apartment. The only thing she didn’t take was their bull terrier, whom she’d named after her favorite shoe designer: Jimmy Choo.

This Thanksgiving I am thankful for a lumpectomy

Posted in Health

Noguchi museum

Day 0 starts with a lot of nervousness but goes off with military precision. I leave the house at 5:30 am armed with newspaper, Gary Shteyngart’s autobiography (because the man can make me laugh) and crossword puzzles. I know there will be a lot of waiting around and, in the end, it is the crossword puzzles, forcing me to think hard without letting other thoughts in, and some breathing exercises, that restore my calm. By the time the doctors wheel me into the operating theatre, with a healthy dose of a happy drug in my veins, I am positively giddy and without a care in the world.

The Perfect Chili Lime Salt.

Posted in Food & Entertaining

Lot's wife - salt wasn't a happy discovery for her.
The Dead Sea – salty source of kosher salt.

I drove camparigirl crazy in NYC.

We went out for brunch with her pal Bettina and I had a sneaky cocktail. It seemed rude not to when there were at least 10 on the menu that I would like to have tried. The cocktail was okay – but the salt around the glass was fabulous. Punchy chile-lime umami-ness… I licked the rim.  “Oh you can find it everywhere,” the waiter assured me.

Well – we tried everywhere. We tried some everywheres twice. I even emailed the maker…. nothing. Eventually I settled for a lime salt from Williams Sonoma. And lugged it home with me. Opened excitedly and rejected immediately: nasty chemical-lime tasting stuff.

Fear can be useful – lessons from a punk rocker.

Posted in Life & Love, and Relationships

Found online, uncredited.

I thought I would end this week with some wise words.

camparigirl and I have both written about the impact the Patti Smith concert had on us. For her it was to get out of her head and back into her youth – a reminder that challenges could be overcome. For me it was clearing out the cobwebs and sketchy dragons that have been lurking in my mental bat-caves.

Spaetzle: the other pasta

Posted in Food & Entertaining

green spaetzle

I hope my German friends will forgive me when I say that German food places way down the list of cuisines I ever crave. More like…never. Germany is a country I know intimately: I started visiting early in life because my family had friends and my dad loved it. I remember with much fondness long car drives through the Rhine valley, holidays spent in Heidelberg, the Black Forest. What I remember less fondly are mealtimes.

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