Ayyyy! Monday Puzzle Corner…On Tuesday!

Manolo says, ayyyyy! The Manolo has been busy this week planing his holiday-time escape to the beach in Uruguay, while others have been busier blogging away. For the example, this week, indefatigable Spirit Fingers has put together the puzzler that challenges us to identify the celebrities who are “channeling Marilyn Monroe“.

Miss England “Too Fat” for the Modeling

Manolo says, perhaps you have not heard, but the latest winner of the Miss England crown has been told she is “too fat” for the modeling career. Naturally, our friend Miss Plumcake has the few words about this.


Manolo the Columnist

Manolo says, here is the Manolo’s latest column for the Express of the Washington Post.

Dear Manolo,

I’m going to a graduate school holiday potluck with my boyfriend. I have never been to the school and I am not sure what to wear. My style is pretty conservative. What do you recommend?


Manolo says, Ayyy! Merry Nonspecific Period of Non-Oppressive Festivities to all!

Let the Tofurkey and Macrobiotic, Bargain-Priced Sprouts flow like organic wine!

And now, let the Manolo stipulate that if the phrase “graduate school potluck” does not strike dread into your heart, you are not the feeling person. The very words alone conjure up the sort of lugubrious hilarity and culinary achievement one associates with Moldovan politburo lunches, sans the lubricating effects of vodka.

It is the little known fact that graduate students are among the most miserable peoples in the world.

Yes, the first year begins in high spirits, but then gradually, inch by inch, the lonely misanthropic gloom settles in, brought on by the low pay, the low status, the low self-esteem, and above all the low muffled beating of the unfinished dissertation, which, like the tell-tale heart, lies insistently beneath the floorboards of the mind.

Of the course, no reason you, the non-grad student, should not be cheery. Here is the Laugh from Franco Sarto, the perfectly partylicious affordable black ankle bootie.
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Whose Shoes Wednesday…The Answer!

Manolo asked, whose shoes?

Manolo answers, it is the Sienna Miller!

Congratulations to the Manolo’s internet friend, Jelodi97, who knew the answer immediately.

Whose Shoes Wednesday

Manolo asks, whose shoes?


Due Farina Holiday Sample Sale!

Manolos says, it is time for the fabulous Due Farina Holiday Sample Sale!!!

If you are in New York over the next two days, it would certainly be worth your time to visit this event, as the Due Farina ladies are both talented shoe designers and very nice.


What the Manolo Is…

Manolo says, it is Tuesday, time to see what the Manolo is…



Eagerly Awaiting the Release of…

Argentine television has provided for the Manolo his latest complete and total obsession, the undisputed genius of culinary fire, the chef Francis Mallmann.

If you do not know Francis Mallman, you must learn of him immediately. He is not just the greatest chef ever produced by Argentina, but also perhaps the most completely self-confident and instinctively correct lifestyle maven to emerge in the past 25 years. Compared to Mallmann, Martha Stewart is the dowdy and self-doubting hausfrau.

To watch Mallmann is to know immediately how one should live one’s life. And his masterful cooking show, Un lugar en Medoza, is both the oddest and most satisfying cooking show ever to appear on television, anywhere. It is, above all else, completely mesmerizing.

But, see for yourself…

And that is the show. Mallmann drives his Land Rover to the remote place in the Mendoza Province, starts the giant fire, cooks something quickly over the fire, and then in the back of the Land Rover watches the dvd movie that obliquely ties together the food and the wine and the place.

It sounds dull, but indeed it is not, as the calm and confident spirit of Mallmann suffuses every second of the show, leaving one wishing one could be Mallmann.

Viva Mallmann!


Ayyyy! Monday Puzzle Corner

Manolo says, this week, our friend Spirit Fingers has outdone herself, inviting us to identify the pregnant celebrities on the magazine covers.


Sigerson Morrison Flats For the Monday

Manolo says, it is Monday and you are back at your desk, five pounds heavier, badly bruised, sick of “Jingle Bells”, and thoroughly and completely unfilled with the “Spirit of the Season”. Needless to say, you are just one more victim of the combined Thanksgiving & Black Friday Festival of Turkey and Combat Shopping.

Oy, but this is the time of the year where you wish you lived in the cave, on the deserted island, in the middle of the Pacific Ocean. And so while others fretted and fought, you could relax with the fruity mango drink and lie in the sun.

Except, that we know you could never really do that.

With the approach of Thanksgiving, you would undoubtedly feel the need to make the giant roasted sooty albatross meal, with coconut and banana stuffing, and all of the fixings. (Much as the Manolo felt mysteriously impelled to seek out the traditional American Thanksgiving meal, here in Buenos Aires, at the restaurant called Kansas.)

The next day, following your traditional roasted albatross, some irresistible urge would force you to the beach, where you would instinctively fight the mobs of fiddler crabs to secure the best gifts for your family and friends.

“Ooooh, look, Aunt Betty would love this tawny conch,” you say, holding the shell aloft, while pushing back the thousands of snapping crustaceans.

“I’ll take it! Do you do gift-wrapping?” You ask of no one in particular.

Yes, how we long to be in the cave on the deserted island, and yet, even that would not be enough to prevent us from drawing up the list of people to whom we owed the Christmas cards, followed by the frantic searching of the beaches for enough seaworthy bottles in which to stuff your homemade newsletter (written on the banana leaf with squid ink you have painfully harvested.)

“It was a momentous year for the Greblefarb Family, here on what we like to call “Paradise Island”.

“Rob’s copra business set a new record this year (luckily we’re not much affected by the global economic downturn) and our warehouses in the caves up behind Skull Mountain are full of product, despite the losses suffered in June during the monkey invasions.

“Jimmy and Suzy (who are growing up so fast) sailed off to college in September, on a raft we had fashioned out of styrofoam packing material–recovered from a LandSea container that washed ashore– and coconuts lashed together with vines. I know they’re doing great in whatever school they landed at, although I haven’t had a message in a bottle from them for weeks.

“It took a few days to adjust, but Rob and I were sure happy being empty-nesters. Although, sadly, we didn’t have long to enjoy our new found freedom, as in late October, Rob was eaten by sharks while diving for rock fish off of Pirate Point.

“Meanwhile, I’ve found that with the kids gone and Rob eaten, I’ve had more time than ever for my hobbies!”

And so you muddle on, here in the real world, secure in the knowledge that it is these immutable, if painful, traditions (sometimes of very recent vintage) that make your holidays feel like home, no matter where the home may be.

What you need now are frivolous party shoes in red patent leather, like these marvelous flats from Sigerson Morrison. And look! They are on the sale! Reduced 34% from their regular price!

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Mr. Henry and the Turkey

Manolo says, if you have not been following the Manolo’s Food Blog, you have missed out on Mr. Henry’s noble experiment with the specially-ordered, $129 Thanksgiving turkey.