Cripes. This party took place in September 2014, so my memories are now pretty dim, but this has just got to come off my “to do” list… The first part of my report was written soon after the party (sensible) and is here… My notes don’t help much as many Betty Balfour cocktails had been...
I was dreaming of being in San Francisco this weekend as there was a screening of Flesh and the Devil with the great screen lovers Garbo and Gilbert at the Castro cinema yesterday… Gad, how I would have loved to be there! Instead, I wrote a column for the wonderful EatDrinkFilms magazine about what these...
Unlike Garbo I do not want to be left alone. I’d rather have a playmate at the moment. There was nobody to share the meatballs last night. I agree with another of our test cooks who thinks that dividing her meatballs mixture into 12 makes very LARGE meatballs. I made 20 smaller ones and ate...
“Let’s have a martini… I’m going to feel terribly guilty if you have tea.” Very pleased to hear that like me, Garbo was partial to a vodka martini. I’ve been doing lots of research on her this week as my goal was to do her mini-biography this weekend and it is DONE. Next, Sonja Henie....
“Gif me a visky, ginger ale on the side. And don’t be stingy, baby.” Maybe if I hadn’t drunk so much I wouldn’t have ended up wailing and howling late into the night then waking up surrounded by piles of snotty tissues. Charley came over for meatballs and in conversation mentioned that his new girlfriend...
“Life would be so wonderful if we only knew what to do with it.” How true Greta, how true. The lovely Buster is in town. He came over for Greta’s Swedish Meatballs last night and damn they were good, even if I do say so myself. I think I am actually getting quite a dab...
