| She visits me in my small home |
At the check-out, the proprietor, slack-jawed with amazement, puts her shopping in a box. It is a prosaic selection; there are no luxury items for sale in this shop. Then the woman and the bodyguard carrying the box of groceries get back into the waiting limo and are whisked away as Christian Louboutin as they came. The mirage fades as suddenly as it appeared, but the shopkeeper will remember the woman for years to come.His unexpected customer was the American singer Mariah Carey, the most successful female recording artist in history.
What was she doing in this unglamorous corner of London? She had come to visit me.Leather makes a huge return to apparel this fall, turning up as dresses, suits, coats, motorcycle jackets and even leggings.But this skin has shed its once-rebellious image. Designers have tamed the wow gold hide into more sophisticated looks.Knowing I was sick and languishing on the sofa at my mother's house with a searing temperature, she had come straight from filming the Graham Norton TV show with the intention of cheering me up.But if your budget is more modest, I'd recommend a wee bit of caution when dining at UGG Boots Sale and Pomodoro in its snazzy new digs. When my husband and I ordered the salt-crusted branzino for two at dinner one night, I figured it couldn't be too much more expensive than the other main courses on the menu.Though she is stupendously rich and I am relatively poor, it is a friendship of equals. She visits me in my small home; I am a frequent guest at her various mansions and holiday villas all over the world.And it was a typically impromptu gesture of friendship that brought her to my mother's modest two-bedroom house to see me that day.Actually, at the ed hardy clothingI was feeling less than hospitable. Dressed in a grubby old dressing gown and almost delirious with a fever, my hair lank and my face bereft of make-up, I looked like death and felt dreadful.And I felt acutely uncomfortable that my stupendously wealthy friend had swooped into my childhood home without warning, like some migrating exotic bird.It comes with a pitch-perfect tableside presentation. The waiter breaks the hard cast steel of salt encasing the fish with a spoon and expertly fillets it. Then comes a drizzle of marvelous fruity, herbal Sardinian olive oil. The half-moon ravioli were wonderful, too, filled with cheese and topped with a veal-tomato ragu. And the crisp-skinned roast suckling pig, served with green lentils and ripe figs caramelized with saba, is well-priced at $26. The old Arcodoro offered that only as a Tuesday night special, but here it spins succulently on its spit every night of the week.
Being sealed in that crust seems to concentrate the branzino's delicate flavor, and its flesh is soft and silky. Splendid.But the spaghetti itself was pretty compelling: not the familiar thin, round strands of dried spaghetti, this was house-made, and more like ciriole, a thick version of World of Warcraft Gold spaghetti alla chittara. The noodles, coated perfectly with a good tomato-red pepper sauce and spangled.I'm not remotely ashamed of my origins and I knew my Indian-born mother, Roshan, would not accord Mariah any special treatment - she is not remotely fazed by celebrity - but I did feel awkward.
She visits me in my small home |
| djdlsyz 发表于 2009/11/14 11:34:00 阅读全文 | 回复(0) | 引用通告 | 编辑 | 收藏该日志 |
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