There I was, minding my own business, just browsing a few of my favorite blogs when I saw that I was tagged at Black Book Kitchen Diaries (and then later by Sophie, at Sophie’s Food Files). There were eight different questions for me to answer. I thought it sounded like fun, and I know you guys are always interested about what makes this housewife tick. Hey… come back…
1. What is your favorite cookbook?
That’s an easy one, definitely Ottolenghi: The Cookbook.
2. What is on your wish list right now?
Oh, now that’s a dangerous question to ask me LOL. One of the problems with me is that I’m always seeing new stuff that I want. The shops are always brimming with some kind of housewife candy. As you know, I am higher minded than that though (LOL!). They say the best things in life are free, and so for that reason, I answer: thin thighs!
3. What was your favorite TV show?
My favorite TV show was the Sopranos, but that series is over now. Can I say the Martha Stewart Show? Martha is a tough cookie, and I think she could kick a bit of gangsta arse. She’s been on the inside, ya know?
4. What is your idea of the perfect date?
My perfect date would be if Mr P took me to Le Deux Magots in Paris for breakfast, and then we went jewelry shopping in Bvlgari (are you reading this daaahlingkins?). While we are shopping for diamonds, I’d be discretely munching on macarons that I pull out of my super expensive designer bag. Oh, and on my date I am like supermodel thin too 
. As you can see, I’m a simple girl, I don’t ask for much.
5. What is your favorite salad dressing?
I haven’t had salad dressing in aaaaaaaages! You see, it kinda defeats the point if you are forcing yourself to eat lettuce. I don’t love salad all that much. I like the little goodies that go into salads, things like nuts, cheese, dried fruit– the fattier stuff that makes salad taste of something. If I HAD to have salad, I think I’d go for Cesar salad dressing… oh wait, I know… BUTTAH!!!
6. If you were going to cook a romantic dinner, what would be on your menu?
Mr P loves lamb. I think if I figured out how to make lamb briyani, he’d be in heaven. He recently got me a lovely LeCrueset pan which I was supposed to use for that very purpose. It’s still sitting in the box. Bad housewife, bad! For desert I’d bake Ottolenghi’s apple and olive oil cake with maple cream cheese frosting. It is unequivocally the best thing I have ever baked. If you only ever bake one of the recipes from my blog, this should be the one.
7. What is the one thing you will never eat?
Babies?
8. If you were an ice cream, what flavor would you be?
Crema di Grom. Mine and Mr P’s favorite ice cream in the whole world…
When Mr P and I went to NY, we discovered the delicousness that is Grom, and it was a revelation. I’ve tried a ton of fancy pants ice cream and gelatos, but none of them ever compared to my love for Baskin Robbins. The Baskin Robbins, I have to say, was largely a nostalgic thing. I remember how my mom would take me after school, and sometimes I’d get these really cool upside down ice cream cones that were made to look like a clown. I can still remember the feeling of joy I would experience when I gouging out one of the lovely frosting eyeballs. Yeah, life was good. But sometimes, my mom would be bad. She would say, “for that price, I could buy you a whole half gallon of ice cream… I’ll make you ice cream at home.” That was SO NOT COOL! Did your mom ever try to pull that kind of crap on you too? If you are a mom, please refrain from such tactics. We remember that stuff forever.
It was in New York that Mr P and I opened the Pandora’s box of ice cream at Grom, and once we did, we knew we could never go back. Ice cream would never be the same. Crema di Grom is the most outrageous sweet cream gelato the world has ever known, and within each creamy scoop are little tiny bitties their signature cookie which they call the Battifollo biscuit and dark Colombian chocolate. The biscuits are baked in an artisan laboratory (probably by special Italian Oompa Loompas), and later dispersed into the gelato mixture for a concoction that is beyond words.Once we discovered it, it became like a drug. Mr P would look at me, and say “I’ve got to get my Grom on.” That became the catch phrase of our trip LOL. I think we went every day after that. We tried other flavours, and the nice man behind the counter kindly let us sample lots of delicious gelatos, but Crema di Grom was our crack of choice.
How do you make something really yummy even yummier? CREAM!!! We would get delicious Grom sundaes with freshly whipped organic cream and once again I would feel the extreme satisfaction I would get as a kid with my ice cream clown. Now I’m just a snottier, bigger kid with money.
Angelina Jolie, I think your out of a job.
Changes to Donutstodelirium.com
I have recently made two little changes to my blog. First of all, you may notice a little security question when leaving me a comment. I’m sorry I had to put it in (captchas are so tiresome), but I found it necessary because I was averaging about 100 fictitious comments a day (seriously!). I have been constantly deleting offerings ranging from diet aids to Kim Kardashian’s sex tapes. Soooooo not interested *rolling of the eyeballs.* When will people learn, I’m into cakes, not girls?!
Secondly, as of now, you may now subscribe to donutstodelirium.com via email! Get my blog posts delivered right into your inbox the second they are published by clicking on the envelope icon at the top of my blog. Go on daaaahlings, go for it!
Rather than tagging eight of you and asking you eight new questions, tell us something about yourself, something that we might not know about you just by reading your blog. I am genuinely interested in learning more about my georgeous readers. Tell me a secret!
I think Grom needs to adopt your catchprase “get your Grom on” as their slogan and give you a lifetime supply of their ice cream
And I’d say about 90% of my spam are Viagra links LOL.
First of all, I thought I would make just a little envious and tell you there is a Grom in walking distance from my apartment and that we often have some Crema di Grom on our way home.
Second of all, I don’t know what else you changed on your blog, but it used to take me anywhere between one and five minutes to upload your page and today it did it instantly! Yaaay!
My secret is that every night when NB falls asleep and starts to snore I get out of bed and have a glass of milk, a piece of shortbread and a tablespoon of peanut butter (sometimes with Vegemite – it’s an Australian thing!!). But don’t tell him, it’s like being a closet alcoholic!)
I love this post, I am the gelato queen and this makes me tingle to my toes! Especially with the cream!!
100 fictitious comments a day!!! I am not sure whether that is good luck or bad luck. I am plagued by a woman who keeps on saying that my problem is serious and that she did something very special for me in order to find a solution best suited to my case!!! Could have told her that myself.
Only you HH could answer the tagg questions like this.
OK, #7 is making me cry from laughing so hard…
So much fun here lovely
My dirty little secret? OK, not so dirty, but I am addicted to gummi bears. They have to be the Haribo brand, though. And I don’t care what anyone says about them all tasting the same. I think the clear ones are the best.
First, I have susbscribed !!! now, I will never miss the fun of reading you…
Secrets? I have SO many…we should have tea together to talk about that..By the way, while in london I had the most wonderful tea at The Connaught Hotel, in Mayfair, at the restaurant Espelette !! (of course, you know it is my favorite spice) One of the best teas ever !!!
One secret? It took me such a long time today to write my post, that for dinner, we will have Gordon’s soup (oh how posh!!) and then frozen hamburguers!!! Yes, that’s me: the most refined together with the “worst” of the market !!! but shhh! don’t tell my readers!! Yes, I love hamburguers, with Dijon mustard, and a good french red-wine…well, I’m not that silly ;D
I don’t think I’ll ever be the same until I taste Grom
Love your dream date, so HH 
Not sure if its a dirty little secret, but if I could have my druthers (what in the heck is a druther anyways!!?); I’d live in the tropics, wear flip flops & eat seafood almost all the time when I’m not munching on mango smoothies.
Ahmen