It wasn’t until I was taking them off after their virgin run that I noticed something seemed off. First, I realized there was writing on the shoelaces. “What was that?” I squinted. Printed on the laces were the words “2008 ING Marathon.”
My reaction to the shoes brought back so many memories of when, in a life long, long ago I was a talent agent. As far as I was concerned it was my job to represent the actors—it was about them, not me. However, I worked with so many people who seemed not to understand that concept. According to one of my colleagues he had discovered every person the agency represented—I’m sure he would have found a way to claim Marilyn Monroe as a client had she not OD’d before he was born. His not so private chuckles about time spent with a Jon Stewart or a Calista Flockhart (circa Ally McBeal), when all of us knew his role in their careers was peripheral, were infuriating. Every sentence began with “I” and every story ended with “and thank God I was there.” It was beyond annoying but you know what? He was totally rewarded for it and his “look at me” attitude, whether deserved or not, sent him on an upward trajectory that shows no signs of stopping. Not a surprise to anyone who watches Entourage.
But there was one woman I had the good fortune of working with who, like me, always said “we,” “us” and never claimed credit for anything that wasn’t duly hers to claim. Also not a surprise she was not rewarded for that behavior. I haven’t spoken to her in many years but her warmth and honesty brought a humanity to a profession where it is sorely lacking. I still remember a dinner at her house in Westchester that made Carmela Soprano’s Sunday supper look like a snack: platters upon platters of antipasti, sausage and peppers, lasagna, breads, salads and bottles and bottles of wine.
I didn’t eat a thing the next day because, naturally, I had to see every course to the end and would never have passed on dessert. There was ricotta cheesecake and cannoli but it was her lemon squares that I never forgot. Recently I found a 15 year old photocopy of the recipe she gave me, after much pleading, and I finally made them. These are buttery, sweet, sour, crumbly and chewy. And all of the credit goes to Carol. She deserves it.The Credit Is Carol's Lemon Squares
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Ingredients
2 1/4 cups all purpose flour
1 sticks butter, at room temperature
1/2 cup plus 2 teaspoon powdered sugar
4 large eggs
2 cups granulated sugar
1/2 teaspoon salt
6 Tablespoons fresh lemon juice (from 2 lemons)
Grated zest of 2 lemons
Extra powdered sugar for finishing
Directions
Cream together butter, 1/2 cup powdered sugar and flour until fluffy and well combined.
1 comment:
Ah...the lovely difference between "I" people and "we" people. I know it well. Love the sneaks -- how could you not notice strangers running across your shoes??? Lemony yum ahead -- and a nice bit of lemony sunshine on a chilly grey day from the great Ms. Miranda. THANK YOU!!!
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