See what I made? Yes, that’s right. I made it. I know that comes as a complete shock to those of you who like to fantasize that I am incapable of doing anything in the kitchen other than supervising the putting away of groceries and stirring up a big glass of iced coffee. That just shows how little you really know about me and my very very private life.

 
And just like with people, I refuse to be in the company of the unattractive. Clothes don’t make the man, and plates don’t make the food, but it sure doesn’t hurt if everything and everyone is downright stunning. To wit: