Alexander: I’d love to try being gluten free at some point, but during this chapter of my life, I’m quite content having an extra three kilos and a perpetual cloud of shame hanging about my head.
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Cecily, on hemp milk.
Cecily: I’m googling hemp milk. My life is going to be so cleansed.
Cecily, on sweet potatoes.
Cecily: I choose my sweet potatoes for their aesthetic merit.
Alexander, on June.
Alexander: And my semi-obscure French word for June is rightfully, in my opinion anyway, “frisson”.
Three friends, on Carlo.
Maurice: Does Count Carlo have a passion?
Cecily: He enjoys art.
Raj: And women.
Maurice: And food!
Cecily: He’s Italian.
Cecily, on body and lobster issues.
Cecily: Raj just called me fat. I only ate one single lobster…
Cecily, having a midnight dilemma.
Cecily: I am desperately in need of a midnight snack, but a) I don’t want to get fat, b) I don’t want to get up, and c) I don’t even know if I got up whether there would be anything to get fat with.
Cecily, on dinner.
Cecily: Sincerely, I just cried over my gravlax.
Cecily, on summer.
Cecily: I was romantically involved with four people over the summer. I enjoyed it. It went well with the weather and the food options.
Two friends, on carrots.
Cecily: My grandfather suggested carrots as a cure for insomnia, and it works for me.
Arnaud: I will try them tonight!
Cecily: To improve their efficacy, talk to the carrots while you’re cooking them, or sing. I believe they like folk.
Arnaud: They will have rock, but not The Smashing Pumpkins. That would offend them.
Cecily: I beg to differ. I think the carrots should be at war with the pumpkins. Pumpkins make a better purée and you’d better believe they make a better velouté.
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