Have you read Sloane Crosley's book, I Was Told There'd Be Cake? If you haven't, you might want to. It's hilarious. I think if someone could channel her humor into writing about gardening or cooking, it could be really funny. But I don't think I'm that person. Gardening makes me feel like Pollyana or Donna Reed. It makes me giddy and gay {in the 1960s way}, and feel like running home to cook something nurturing and scrumptious for my husband.
I'm the kind of girl Sloane would probably hate, or at least write a funny essay about, which is too bad, because I think I'd like to be her friend.
My friend Carrie, who is probably Sloane's neighbor on the Upper West Side and the one who gave me Sloane's book, is a much more likely candidate. She has blazing red hair and wears pink books and drove the weiner mobile and rides on the back of her boyfriend's 1970s BMW bike and plays the guitar. She doesn't even know what garlic scapes are, and I bet Sloane would love that. Sigh.
I was told there'd be lifelong friends to meet in college, and they was right. If ever there was a cross between Pollyanna and Sloane, you're it!! Keep up the excellent work.
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