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I love your post, Ellen, and your point (and June's) that as Frank Loesser put it, "You can't go to jail for what you're thinkin'—or for the woo look in your eye. ...'' As I've said before, (almost all) of my old (pretend) flames are either making Cialis commercials now, or else have become even more definitively unavailable. Yet my still more retro variation on the sugar daddy fantasy—its uptight, uptown cousin, the Donna Reed scenario (April Wheeler, only happy)—endures. Along with the knowledge that in real life, this would never be me. (In both the kept woman and domestic goddess narratives, you'll notice, there's a troubling amount of work involved.) If you like to pretend once in a while, though—in the kitchen, I mean—I just got a cookbook that can totally help you fake it: Big Night In, by my friend Domenica Marchetti, the best cook I know. Her recipes are not easy peasy—in fact, she's proud that some food writer pronounced them a big fat pain, and worth it. But my issue with a lot of cookbooks is that they assume knowledge ("three eggs worth of pasta'') and skills (dice until invisible) that I don't have. Whereas this is black-diamond cooking explained on the bunny slope, with gorgeous photos and the kind of storytelling I need to get warmed up and going on the creamy carrot soup or veal and mushroom stew in a puff pastry crust. I actually made these two, and felt like Bree Van de Kamp for a night; next time, I want to play her well-fed husband.
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