Today I'm writing a talk about female friendship and I want to examine what things get in the way of it. I'd appreciate any thoughts on the matter.
I made a salad last night from one of the Barefoot Contessa cookbooks--with spinach, parmesan, pinenuts, peas and pesto (it's like Ina set herself the task of creating a dish with every "p" word she could think of, not counting spinach). Anyway. It was very good. People raved. When they asked if it was mine, I said yes and didn't tell them where I found it. Let them think Ina stole it off of me.