1. PANETTONE. Italian pastry, perfect with morning coffee, only available for 6 weeks.
2. TOP MOVIES. Film studios hold their Oscar-worthy releases for the holidays.
3. URBAN HUSH. At 3pm on Christmas Eve, the city quiets down, and driving around is a breeze.
4. THE COLOR RED nail polish is an easy way to get into a festive, holiday mood.
5. CAVIAR. It’s the one time of year, collectively, that cooks don’t spare expense or effort.
Photograph by Guy Bourdin. Check out the exhibition and book launch of In Between.
Here’s one of the rubs of being single. On occasion, a retro anxiety creeps in which you imagine that others assume you’re not wanted. I’m sure it’s deep rooted. Like fearing your parent prefers your sibling. Or less primal, but still potent, that you’ll be the last person selected for the neighborhood softball team. Over the Thanksgiving holiday, one of my favorite friends, Miguel, came to visit. It’s effortless to be with him. And for these last six days, he accompanied me to every social event, holiday movie, dinner out. It was a relief to step outside my single life for a moment, and parade to the world that I’d been chosen.
Image: I Pick You by Keith Shore
Illustration by the incomparable Maira Kallman. Check out her exhibition, currently in L.A.
One of my all-time favorite writers, George Eliot, born Mary Ann Evans on this day in 1819, published an essay, Silly Novels by Lady Novelists, in which she expresses the essence of what drives me crazy about romantic comedies. Eliot wrote this during the Victorian era, so you’ll have to make some adjustments. But it’s worth it. Here’s an excerpt.
This year, I was asked by my Thanksgiving host to contribute a dish with sweet potatoes. Not a glam job, but I’m ready. I’ve got two delicious, well-tested options. One takes a few minutes to prep, the other, more than an hour. Check out these recipes, and tell me which you’d prefer.
I don’t remember ever having the flu. Now I can say this out loud, without fear of tempting the gotcha gods, because 10 minutes ago, I was inoculated. $24.99 at Rite Aid. A quick pinch, and all was good, except the pharmacist told me to stay put for a few minutes to make sure there was no violent reaction. My arm feels sore, but maybe I’m imagining it. What convinced me, apart from the obvious reasons, was not my brother the pediatrician who lives too far away to nag, but an insistent, neighborhood family doctor who said: it’s not only about sparing you, but the more vulnerable people around you. Sold.
I’m on an odd Queen Elizabeth jag, posting yesterday about a marriage, and today, about the absence of one. On November 17, 1558, the mighty Elizabeth I acceded to the throne of England. During her reign, she made no apology for never marrying, and was loved by her subjects in spite of it. “Better beggar woman and single than Queen and married, ” she declared. Elizabeth hadn’t envisioned her singleness as starting a trend. But for a moment on the world’s stage, this imperious exception was proof of what a talented woman could accomplish without a husband.