Do any of you have those hateful friends with countless thrilling stories about run-ins with celebrities? You know, those people that casually say, Oh, guess who I sat next to on my flight back from L.A.? Jennifer Aniston. We talked the entire flight and I gave her the name of a great realtor I know. She’s a total doll. Or, I saw Al Pacino at Whole Foods and he recommended that I buy the fresh arugula. The friend who shoe-shopped side-by-side with Sarah Jessica Parker, the pal who was stuck outside in the pouring rain trying to flag a cab and ends up sharing one with a disgustingly kind Cameron Diaz? I have a friend who lives in L.A. and routinely calls me to fling around her encounters with famous people. Oh, I found out that I eat the same kind of sushi as Jeremy Piven when I ran into him ordering take-out. Argh! I despise her because I am riddled with jealousy. I’m the one who watches Access Hollywood and lives and dies by tawdry celebrity scandals! But I have terrible celebrity luck.
Bill: I went into the diner today and sat down at the counter. Willie the cook says to me, “Watch out for that guy next to you. He’s trouble.” So I look to my left and it’s Bruce Willis.
Jessica lives in Manchester, NH with her husband and son. She has coauthored five books in the Gourmet Girl culinary mystery series with her mother, Susan Conant. The most recent, COOK THE BOOKS, was released in March and is getting lovely reviews! Currently, she is shopping a young adult novel and working on a second, although her writing speed is slowed by the amount of time she spends strategizing about how to get on the Rick Springfield Cruise. (Suggestions are always welcome.)