Category Archives: Friends

Friends

9 Femmes

What do women want? What do the ladies crave for? Is it for gold or is it for dia­monds? Is it for a life not bound by fresh-cut roses and felt-cut hearts? Is it a promise of fidelity or a promise of affairs? One woman’s meat is another woman’s poi­son after all, though some may

Return to Bath

Edin­burgh was a blast. We stayed with our friend Dr. Mouse and we climbed to Arthur’s Seat and held the whole city beneath our gaze and our feet. We bat­tled the winds and the chill and enjoyed the com­fort of warm win­ter jack­ets in spring.
(Devil tried on at least twenty of Dr. Mouse’s jack­ets and

The Joy of Home Cooking

Slow sum­mer days. Every day is sum­mer in the trop­ics, after all. Week­ends spent at home are recu­per­a­tive, restor­ing. When my best friend and neigh­bour (Diva a.k.a. the Domes­tic God­dess her­self) comes a-callin’ and bring­ing a fresh batch of cook­ies or scones, straight from the oven, we make a pot of cof­fee, black and strong.

The Devil’s Birthday

How do you say happy birth­day to the Devil Wears Prada?
You can say it in Chi­nese. 生日快乐! You can say it in Ger­man. Alles Gute zum Geburt­stag!
You can even say it — given the host of this year’s World Cup — in Afrikaans. Gelukkige Ver­jaars­dag!
You can say it with flow­ers — a nice, big bou­quet

Pureglutton’s Potluck Party

Or, How Every­one Ignored My Roast Chicken.
(But more on that later, promise.)
First, we must begin with the sweet joy of receiv­ing an email one fine day, a cou­ple of weeks ago, from a dear reader invit­ing me and Devil to a potluck party she was kindly host­ing. When this won­der­ful lady also hap­pens to be

The Domestic Goddess (and Her Boys)

The domes­tic god­dess, she sur­veys her domain. It is not her kitchen, of course, but it doesn’t need to be. She’s the only lady here, sur­rounded by her bevy of boys and her wish is their com­mand. They sit and obey. Or rather, they scurry around the apart­ment, boil­ing and fry­ing and stir­ring and tast­ing,

Where Did Mt. Fuji Go?

Once upon a time, a young girl called Alice fell down a rabbit-hole and stum­bled upon Won­der­land. She had many strange adven­tures and met many odd crea­tures, so it goes to show, be care­ful and watch where you step, for if you fall down a rab­bit hole, there’s no telling where you might go.
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