Tag Archives: easy
Roast Chicken with Lemon
When you move house, everything is unsettled. You can’t find the scissors. You trip on the edge of the bed. You hear every creak in the floor, every tick of the pipes. Your stuff is in, but it’s nowhere near … Continue reading
Plum and apple pie, and a wedding to remember.
Our good friends Karen and Ronnie had recently returned to Sweden to get married on the edge of a lake in front of family and friends.
Chicken with thyme in a wine cream sauce
There’s a an old joke that I think of whenever I pick thyme leaves off the little plant that’s survived windowsills, balconies and back to a window sill again, hardy as can be. “You want to hear a joke about … Continue reading
Jon’s Tattoo, and a summery duck salad with fresh orange
Jon and I recently went on a weekend excursion to Boston, when he took off his shirt to reveal – “Oh God! What did you do to yourself! Oh GOD!†I said.
Flag Cake
July 4th approaches, and my friend Jen sends out the following email to the group of friends who are gathering by the river to watch the fireworks, “we’re doing burgers, and hotdogs, Kate’s bringing a flag cake …†Did I … Continue reading
Cold noodle salad – summer dresses and other obsessions
As the weather heats up in NYC I turn to the internet – dangerous start – to order summer dresses from websites – bad idea – with the vague intent that if they’re not absolutely perfect, I promise I’ll send … Continue reading
Date Cake from Basta Art Cafe in Dubai
Dubai, it turns out, it famous for dates. Every souk we wandered into, every shopping mall we navigated, was dotted with date shops catering to every budget and taste – from mountains of dried fruit piled in baskets scooped into … Continue reading
Dancing, Belly Dancing, and Zucchini Pancakes
“I can’t come out after the rehearsal,†said Kathleen. “I promised my friend I’d see her Belly Dancing. It’s her first ever show.â€
Quick Fresh Tomato Pasta Sauce for a Late Night Dinner
I recently started writing for a sketch comedy team at the Pit in NYC. We write late, and rehearse later. Consequently, I’m staggering home at 11pm, lacking the energy to tackle any significant cooking, or indeed, any significant eating.
Tea Loaf, and a thoroughly British Holiday
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.