After repeatedly hugging and kissing and calling Marlboro Man and the boys George on Saturday, Paige and I left on a jet plane. We’ve had this trip planned for quite some time, and the weeks leading up to it have been so busy, she and I both passed out as soon as we hit 10,000 feet.
Our first stop was the greater Philadelphia area, since I got to visit QVC again yesterday. My new cookbook launches tomorrow, and it’s so much fun to kick things off here. A bonus: I was excited for Paige to come along and meet David! She was excited, too.
Here are a few of the dishes I picked for David to try.
Hawaiian Burgers. Dang, these are good! I remember the day I cooked them and photographed them for my cookbook. I ate one whole burger, and I seriously contemplated biting into a second one because of how tasty the first one was. I wound up conquering my animal urges and not eating the second burger, and I’ve always halfway regretted it.
You know what they say: You only regret the burgers you don’t eat.
They say that, right?
Actually, I don’t think anyone has ever said that.
No one has ever said that, either.
Not comforting. Comforty.
I don’t think anyone has ever said that, either.
Meatballs for mayor!
Meatballs for president!
It’s a mad, mad world out there.
And I can only reference this because David is my friend and both he and Marlboro Man will totally appreciate and understand my Broadway-branded humor…but doesn’t this remind you of Curly and Laurie singing “Let People Say We’re in Love?”
“Who ceeeeeeers what happens now? Jist keep your hand in mine. Yer hand feels so grand in mine. LET PEOPLE SAY WE’RE IN LOVE!!!!”
Now I have to watch “Oklahoma” again as soon as possible.
“NEW York CITY?”
(Name that jarred salsa commercial.)
We’ve made plans to meet my dad and his wife Patsy, and my pookie-headed little sister Betsy, for the next couple of days in New York. It’s a tradition for us to meet here when I have a new cookbook coming out, and Paigie and I are looking forward to spending some quality time with them—and quality time together after a massively busy couple of months that kicked off when we took Alex to college.
There were finger sandwiches, mini pastries, scones, and Devonshire cream, which I was eating with a little spoon before Paige told me I was actually supposed to spread it on the scones. Don’t ask me how she knew this, as this was her first high tea experience ever, and I didn’t listen to her anyway, because Devonshire cream is delicious!
In other news, I asked her to sing the chorus of any Van Halen song and she couldn’t do it.
Pffft. Kids today!
Be afraid. Be very afraid.
More New York updates ahead.
Happy Monday, friends!