What is left to say about 2020 that hasn’t already been said? I just wanted to wish all my readers a Merry Christmas whoever they are managing to spend it with. This will be the first time in about 25 years that I haven’t spent Christmas with my parents and I am very sad about...
I had to buy a pudding basin to make Clara’s mountain of rice with chicken inside. Luckily for me the fancy cookshop in Muswell Hill is open on a Sunday and despite being on a budget I blew £7 on a nice red Mason & Cole one. Now I am already dreaming about making a...
I can hardly believe it but today marks five years of blogging about the recipes of the stars. My goodness me how much has changed! When I began I was nursing a broken heart and living on a houseboat using a tabletop cooker that had to be turned on with a pair of pliers! I...
“A sex symbol is a heavy load to carry when one is tired, hurt and bewildered” I’ve been feeling a bit like that myself lately Clara but it’s getting better… London is FROZEN. It took me two hours to get home from work as trains were on go-slow, buses were cancelled or turned back from...
“We had individuality. We did as we pleased. We stayed up late. We dressed the way we wanted. I used to whiz down Sunset Boulevard in my open Kissel, with several red Chow dogs to match my hair. Today, they`re sensible and end up with better health. But we had more fun. “ I am...
“I wanna go home, I miss my cook” I am loving Clara this week. She is keeping me sane during the insanity that is involved in preparing 9 seperate lectures for the upcoming cruise. My brain is ADDLED and I feel like doing a Clara and just sitting down and playing poker with my cook....
“I wanna go home. I miss my cook.” Ruth is beside the stove cooking up Fred MacMurray’s Egg Burgers De Luxe for our breakfast and Clara Bow’s Vanilla Marlow is “done and done” and settling down in the refrigerator. We are going for it in a big way on day two of the cookathon. The...
“The Madonna of the Screen” Just back from the Berlinale which was FABULOUS! There was a “City Girls” retrospective of some fabulous women centred films of the 1910s and 1920s. Didn’t get to see as many as I wanted to but managed to catch “Dancing Mothers” and loved Alice Joyce as Clara Bow’s mum. The...