I met the real E.T. last night. It was at a birthday party and barbecue at Anthony’s house to celebrate the sixth birthday of Audrey. Anthony, a friend, colleague and baker extraordinaire, had made a massive E.T. cake: a full moon with a chocolate profile of E.T. and Elliott biking through the the night …
A buddy of mine has a daughter, now about five. The first newborn I’d ever held, Audrey was. Now, she is razor sharp, like her moms n’ pops. I visited them recently, impromptu pizza. Usually, we do magic together, a vanishing act where she materializes from the ether. “Do you want to do the magic …
The Hollywood Bowles 