What did J.D. Salinger, Orson Welles, and Charlie Chaplin have in common?
Why, it’s Oona O’Neill:
Frying and the element of risk
Some friends of mine are going on vacation. They ask me to house sit.
Upon my arrival, I survey the clinically modern kitchen. There isn’t much food. Thanks a lot.
I will come up with something edible no matter what is on hand. It is a challenge I always enjoy.
Figuring out where the utensils and implements are stowed is also part of the fun.
I wish I had my nice pans! How can people work with this junk?
Pushing back my sleeves, I begin washing my hands at the kitchen sink.
There is a pubic hair on the bar of soap.
It isn’t mine. I have not yet undressed.
