The summer before last, a mutual friend brought the lovely Katie Lee Joel and her husband William over for dinner. Much to my delight, she brought a fresh batch of these cookies with her. ...(recipe follows)
William? WILLIAM!?
You mean, Billy. Effing. Joel?
The guy that the whole world refers to as Billy Joel, and you call him William?
Oh, Gwyneth. Perhaps I should send you a batch of those cookies with a lovely note on hand embossed linen stationery from Crete, with a personal invitation in handwritten calligraphy,
to go eff yourself.
2 comments:
You know what else I hate? The recipe for chocolate chip cookies she features. It's "Tate's" recipe. Shut up. It's the same damn chocolate chip cookie recipe everyone uses. It's on the back of the Nestle Tollhouse package for pete's sake.
I've never had much of an opinion of her, but I do remember being annoyed at how pretentious she sounded a year or two ago when she presented a Life Time Achievement award to Sir AnTony Hopkins. She kept emphasizing that she was pronouncing it AnTony instead of Anthony, like she was the only person in the entire world that could say his name right.
This William thing is just as annoying. Ugh.
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