This recipe sounds like a winner. Especially the holiday version.
Joan was a brassy, brash, resilient, smart, funny, ballsy broad with no fucks to give (and she liked big jewelry). She’s definitely one of my role models.
I want to grow up and be this awesome (Birkin bag and shiny scarf included):
I want to share a clip of her from The Ed Sullivan Show back in 1967. Here she talks about being a single gal:
I feel you, girl. Except for the bit about Howard Johnson’s. I’d be thrilled to go to the HoJo’s.
You’ll be missed, Joan. Thanks for all the laughs.
I hope the first thing she said to St. Peter at the pearly gates was “who are you wearing?”