I’m thinking a lot about Dads today. As one of my best friends goes through hell and we sit with our hearts in our throats, hoping to heaven that hers will be fine, the first thing I was compelled to do today was call mine. Like hers, mine is a very good egg. He’s dashing […]
Archive for November, 2011
A great cup of coffee in Paris. It’s almost an oxymoron. We thought it was a fruitless search and had almost given up hope. And then we found Kooka Boora. South of Pigalle in the ninth it’s a fairly convenient spot if you fancy a trip up to Sacre Coure or Montmarte. But if not, […]
What does Paris taste like to you? To me, it’s coffee eclairs. Fat pastry fingers, bloated with caffeinated custard. They’re my danger zone. They’re one of those things (for the sake of my jeans), that I pretend don’t exist. Except when we’re in Paris. Then all bets are off. An eclair was the first things […]
A hangover is a terrible thing. Whether it’s the sleep deprivation, thirsty synapses, or bitter swill of your stomach, there are only two things that I know to fix it. One is a swim in the ocean. The other; a strapping breakfast. There are no beaches worth mentioning in the spitting distance of London. Which […]
A party for me. Oh my. A party for others; those I can do. Over the years birthday celebrations for the husband have included surprises at restaurants where he’s pondered why 30 of his friends are seated at tables around him. There have been sly trips away and sweet dinners at home. This year his […]