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Cat: So, you know how you said if I turned up to the BAFTAs with Brad without telling you? Cat: This is me telling you that I'm turning up to them with my fiancée. Who happens to be Brad. Cat: Good morning. love you. @milyblnt
Emily: excuse me? Emily: i... Emily: i'm confused. what the hell are the two of you up to?
PRIVATE: That's unfortunate, because the larger your bump gets, the more I fancy you. Which makes me sound like I have a pregnancy kink, which isn't the case. I mean that you start glowing and you're doing an amazing thing, like cooking up a baby. I don't want to shift the blame here, but I'm pretty certain it wasn't me who forgot to take my birth control. You know I love you more than anything. Whatever you wear, I know you're going to be the most beautiful woman in the room.
PRIVATE: isn't that just the sort of thing to make a girl's heart do a little skip—a man who appreciates the radiant beauty of a human convection oven. and here i was, thinking i was just getting rounder and you were simply being polite. but glowing, you say? i suppose it's a step up from sweating profusely and craving pickles at ungodly hours. and as for the birth control debacle, let's just call it a joint venture in forgetfulness, shall we? takes two to tango and all that jazz. but your reassurance is like a balm to my hormonally charged soul. i do love a good compliment sandwiched between declarations of love and the panic of impending parenthood. now, as for the most beautiful woman in the room bit, let's not set the bar too high, mt love. i'll settle for not being mistaken for a walking, talking beach ball in a frock. but it's a sweet notion, and i'll take it. after all, who am i to argue with a man who's seen the error of his ways and is now fully on board the baby train? choo choo, darling. full steam ahead.
I know I've already told you this a hundred times, but I'm so unbelievable proud of you and your first Oscar nomination. I don't know anyone who deserves it more than you, you've worked so hard for years. I love you so much and I can't wait to be your plus one.
darling, i'm positively thrilled to be hitting this milestone alongside you. john krasinski, you're my love and i simply can't wait to see you looking dapper as ever at the oscars.
PRIVATE: the larger my bump becomes, the less i fancy you. how could you possibly put me in this position, john? i thought you loved me. it hit me as i was chatting about outfits with my stylist, trying to figure out what to wear at the baftas. / @jkrsinski
brad: i think it's pretty obvious that i owed you an apology and i guess i owe you a second one for taking so long with the first brad: i was just trying to be a better person brad: but no, that's it. i just needed to say it that's all
emily: you know, sometimes it's better to not apologize than to apologize years later emily: well, apology accepted. emily: i suppose it makes sense, considering how many times we've been making eye contact from different tables during this award season. congratulations on your oscar nomination
We also had the benefits of not being home for the Holidays so i supposed that also play on our little break from housework, being our first Christmas with our son Zawe and i wanted nothing more thatn to focus on our little one, he seems to be doing much better than both of us at the moment, wise choice wouldn't want to visit when boss of the house is having a bad day.
first christmases are magical. they're the inaugural voyage of a majestic ship, setting sail into the great unknown of family traditions. and wise you were to dedicate this time to your son, for these moments are as fleeting as the british sunshine. as for the 'boss of the house', nothing quite like a small human to put the entire household hierarchy into perspective. they rule with an iron fist wrapped in a velvet onesie, and on their bad days, one treads as carefully as if navigating a minefield in slippers. it's all about timing. one must respect the tiny tyrant's mood, for the peace of the kingdom—and one's eardrums—depends upon it.
Private: Thank you, Em. I needed to hear that cause sometimes I feel like I'm royally messing it up. For the amount of times the girls don't want to wear shoes and socks - I truly wonder where they disappear to. The sock monster is real in my household. Does John have the case of disappearing socks, too? Or is it just the kids? She exist and she's pretty amazing. I'm kind of making a habit of her falling asleep in my arms, though. And I'm a wee bit confused about if that is still considered being a friend. Hey - anything to freak him out a little, right? How are you both feeling with the idea there's going to be another little one running about soon?
PRIVATE: if you're out there worrying that you're messing up, you're already doing better than most parents, trust me. about your little habit of her falling asleep in your arms, well, that's a tricky one. it’s the kind of thing that blurs the lines between being a friend, a comforter, or possibly a bit of a bed for the weary – it's all rather endearing and, i dare say, a touch confusing. not to be an adult but you two should perhaps talk about it and define the lines. yes, do keep john on his toes – it's good for the circulation. the prospect of another tiny human scampering about? it's... a mixture of excitement and the stark realization that we'll have to double our efforts in the great sock hunt. life's about to get a bit more hectic, with nappies and night feeds thrown into the mix, but it's also going to be filled with those tiny moments that make you stop and think, "this is it, this is what it's all about." even if you do occasionally step on a stray lego or find yourself rocking back and forth in the supermarket queue out of habit. it's all part of the grand, messy, beautiful tapestry of family life. i wouldn't have it any other way. don’t tell john, he needs to live in constant fear that i’ll leave all of them and move to siberia.
hey babe. i saw that we're getting divorced, i'm glad the world knew before we did!
took the world bloody long enough to tell us. i hope they're ready to foot the bill for our divorce lawyers.
there's a bit of science behind it, for sure. ha, well they can't all be winners. surely even the best chefs make mistakes sometimes. it's also cool to see how many dishes can be made with the same ingredients. yeah, might as well give a shot and actually use my kitchen more than i have been. when i have time to, anyway. i can get behind that rule. thank god for 24 hour pizza places, they the real ones. i appreciate the confidence you have that i'll be a master in the kitchen by then. fingers crossed. i've got a year to practice. of course, you'll be the first invite i send out. bakery desserts are always good. just put it in a nice container from home and nobody will ever know.
science in the kitchen, you say? indeed, it's like alchemy with a spatula. every pinch of baking soda, every stir of the pot, it's all a grand experiment. and you're spot-on about the best chefs and their blunders. i've seen michelin-starred maestros create what could only be politely described as 'culinary chaos.' it's all part of the charm. isn't it a bit of magic to transform the same set of ingredients into a myriad of dishes? it's like fashion—give two people the same scarf, and they'll wear it a hundred different ways. it's the cook's creativity that turns potatoes and beans into a feast fit for royalty. using the kitchen more is a splendid idea. it's the heart of the home, after all, where memories are baked and friendships are simmered to perfection. time may be a tricky ingredient to manage, but a dash here and there and you'll be whipping up delights in no time. the 24-hour pizza place is the unsung hero of the culinary world, a beacon of hope in the wee hours. a safety net for the experimental cook—because even the most daring of us need a pizza-shaped parachute sometimes. you've got a year—that's plenty of time to go from tentative taste-tester to culinary conqueror. and with each practice, you'll wield your whisk with more confidence. by the end, you'll be orchestrating a symphony of flavors like a seasoned chef. first invite, is it? i'm positively honored. i'll be there with bells on—and perhaps a cheeky bottle of something bubbly to celebrate your kitchen victories.
——- Definitely ! i always enjoy some good company and seeing people enjoy my cooking -- especially if it took time to make or get right . yes exactly and pen pals is such a cute idea to me . aww , food poisoning would suck ! i promise i learned to try all my cooking as i go to keep from that happening . though -- i can't deny a thrill either . ooh , yes , love that ! just a heads up , mine is vegan as well -- i'm vegan an all . it'll be like the cooking shows -- i'm actually really here for this . please give me this and i'll be the happiest girl alive by the end even if you roast my cooking .
i can just picture it—a culinary tête-à-tête sprinkled with a bit of friendly banter and the occasional sassy remark. there's nothing quite like the company of someone who appreciates the art of a well-crafted meal. it's a bit like painting, but instead of a brush, you've got a spatula, and instead of a canvas, a sizzling hot pan. pen pals, you say? that's charmingly retro, like bringing back vinyl or those polaroid cameras. it adds a personal touch that's missing in our world of instant messaging and emoji-laden texts. imagine the anticipation, waiting for the post, then finally receiving a letter full of stories and perhaps a cheeky recipe or two. it's quaint in the loveliest way. vegan cooking is a splendid adventure. it's all about innovation, finding ways to coax every bit of flavour out of your plant-based pals. and a vegan cook-off? i'm positively buzzing with excitement. it's like 'masterchef' meets 'gardener's world'—and i'm all in. so, consider this your official invitation to the culinary showdown of the century. roasting your cooking, figuratively speaking, of course, will be done with utmost affection and a twinkle in my eye.
Hey home cooking is good too and you should be proud of that. There is nothing wrong with a good home cooked meal. I’ll admit that I cannot cook very well so I’ll usually stick to take out or microwave food which isn’t too bad sometimes. I think that I could get better at if it I had more time on my hands. Maybe. Yeah I love the quiet mornings where I can just sit and observe or ponder my own thoughts and a little meditation goes a long way. I’ve been so completely focused on my games that I don’t really think much about the little things until the season is over but you have a great point and it’s something that I need to do more of. It’s a new year now so I’m hoping I’ll be able to do more fun things. It is on my list of things. My holiday was actually nice. I was actually able to relax without too much worry or stressing. The new year has been giving off okay vibes and I’m looking forward to the playoffs starting soon for me.
it's splendid to hear that you relish the virtues of home cooking, even if you've not quite taken to the practice yourself. there's a certain charm to the culinary alchemy that happens in the home kitchen, where the flavors are steeped in familiarity and comfort. and take heart, many a grand chef has started with microwave meals and takeout menus before wielding the spatula like a wand of gastronomic wizardry. should the winds of time ever blow in your favor, you might find stirring a pot as meditative as your quiet mornings. speaking of which, those tranquil moments of introspection and meditation can indeed be the balm for a restless spirit, especially amidst the adrenaline-pumped world of competitive games. they're the soft pauses between the heartbeats of our days, where we can recalibrate and appreciate the 'little things' that often slip by unnoticed. you're right; the turn of a new year is the perfect time to sow the seeds for fresh endeavors and sprinkle in more of those 'fun things' into the garden of daily life. it seems you've started well, with a holiday that allowed you to unwind and release the stress that often shackles us. as for the playoffs, they're not just a test of skill but a crucible that forges enduring memories and character. whether you're on the field or in the game of life, may this new year bring you an abundance of those 'okay vibes' and transform them into grand slams of joy. here's to your list of things – may each one be checked off with the satisfaction of a job well done and a life well-lived. enjoy the season, the games, and may every success find its way to you.
I love when you compare our relationship to a queue, that's when I know it's the real deal. You know I would have just accepted 'I'll always have confidence in, you hot stud muffin' but thank you for all the analogies to truly express how you feel about me and also the British empire. What if we took a Bunsen burner to the barbie dream house? It's science and we finally clear some space in the girl's play room because after Christmas, I'm surprised they can still move in there. Come on Mary Poppins, get that magic going and lets start tidying up. But I'm sticking with the breaking bad idea. Only because I've learnt how offended you guys get when it comes to poor tea making or slander. How your family still like me is one of life's many mysteries. I think all I would have to do to turn you on is rub a tea bag all over my body. Let's not joke about divorce, because over the last few days its been a touchy subject. You looked amazing last night by the way, I know I kept telling you, but I just wanted you to know again, in case you forgot.
well, my dear, if our relationship were to be likened to a queue, it would indeed be one of those delightfully british, orderly lines where one eagerly waits for the latest offering from the bakery – the anticipation is half the fun, and the reward always sweet. the bunsen burner to the barbie dream house, now that's a novel approach to post-christmas decluttering. a bit of mad science to tackle the toy takeover. although, i must caution, mary poppins would likely opt for a spoonful of sugar rather than pyrotechnics to sweeten the tidying up process. your "breaking bad" enthusiasm is noted; it's certainly one way to ensure the tea is never subpar again – fear of a chemistry set mishap does wonders for one's focus. tea is the lifeblood of the empire, after all. the fact that my family still holds you in high regard is no mystery – you've charmed them just as you have me, with wit, candor, and perhaps the occasional well-brewed cuppa. besides you’ve put another baby in me. that’s a win in anyone’s book as long as they don’t have to take care of the child themselves. oh, the other night, what a sight you were indeed. made me glad you're the father of my daugthers.
Private: Get it made for me, please. I'll consider it a late Christmas gift. I feel like this is something that we should actually create as a short film or something. Can those get nominated for Oscars? Cause if so - that might be my in. Caterina Scorsone - Oscar nominee. Has a neat ring to it, no? Aiming for the moon and all that. The full on pregnancy cravings have kicked in, then? If John is being an idiot sometimes - let me know what you want late and night and I'll be right over with anything your little heart desires. We can kick him out of the bed and fall asleep together. Romance. Okay - in a few months I'll tell you we had a full on healthy meal and swear them to secrecy. Hopefully they'll be able to keep it for at least a few days. I know that things aren't easy, Em. And I'm not going to give you a lecture on how to handle your emotions, but - give him a little leeway, yeah? It's a big adjustment for him, too. You'll get through this together and in the end - you'll have a new baby to love on. Get ready for Vi to become a full on middle child. Speaking from experience over here. We're a fun club to be in.
A moment of weakness. That's what we're going to put it down to, yes. You're right. I need to tell him in person. I thought I had grieved what I lost but I don't think I really have. And I told him that I can handle him not loving me anymore - but I can't handle him hating me, you know? What if I tell him - and he hates me? I've kept the secret for so long, we went months without talking. I don't know if I can just be like 'hey, we just reconnected kind of, and the kids are going to be spending time together but here's this truth bomb. I've just fucked up our relationship even more. Go Cat.'
PRIVATE: you've got ideas grander than the queue for the boxing day sales and i'm all for it. "caterina scorsone: oscar nominee" does have a rather delightful ring to it, like church bells on a sunday—assuming the local vicar hasn't overslept, that is. a short film? we could have a go. i fancy our chances at sundance more than the oscars, but who's to say we couldn't give it a proper nudge? now, as for these late-night cravings, you're speaking my language. john's probably doing his best, bless him, but sometimes a girl just needs her mate and a stash of pickles at midnight.. kick him out of bed for a bit of girl time? i'm your woman. we'll call it 'romance with a twist.' and if the twist is a bag of crisps or a slice of cake, well, so be it. vi becoming the middle child is a rite of passage. middle children are the unsung heroes, the bridge between elder wisdom and younger exuberance. it's an art form, really. and as for john, i'll cut him some slack. big changes on the horizon, aren't there? we're all a bit mad here, but that's family.
now, the hard bit. darling, if there's one thing i'm rubbish at, it's keeping my nose out where it doesn't belong, but here goes. telling the truth is like pulling off a plaster: do it quick, and the sting's over before you know it. but the fear of him hating you, i get that. it's a gamble. but hate is such a strong brew, it's more likely he'll be hurt or confused. communication's the key, though it's a bit of a bother sometimes. you've carried this secret around like a secondhand handbag for too long. it's time to set it down. and remember, relationships are like a cup of tea—they can be mended, even if they've gone a bit cold. just requires a bit of patience and a good biscuit to dunk. go on, cat. you've got this.
Heroines is a far too modest of a category to put you all in. I doubt there is even a correct one to place you all in. You simply can’t just put you all in one category cause the effort and work you put in to make everyone’s worlds go around, stretches far beyond just one category. Yeah you’re telling me, like I said — unable to fathom how you balance it all. Yet it all comes with its price too doesn’t it? Whilst caring for everyone else and putting everyone but yourself first, there is a lack of self indulgence and caring for anyone but yourself. I know my mom used to lock herself in the bathroom and shower until all the hot water was gone just to treat herself to a few moments of peace. Then my sister, brother and I would have the audacity to complain that all the hot water was gone when we went in there. Today, you notice the little things she did for herself and how we held it against her, cause we didn’t see what they did for her. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not calling myself a spoiled and ungrateful kid, far from. I owe my mother everything — she and my dad adopted me and I don’t know where I would be today if it was not for them. But as you get older, everything gets put into more of a perspective. Let me just say — I see how you juggle and I applaud you for it. Even if they don’t always see it too, your kids will one day. — A home cooked meal any day over a michelin star chéf made one.. any day. Not much that can beat the love that’s poured into it from a home kitchen. It’s warmer, in every way. — I’ve never heard that but perhaps it’s true. People chug on coal all the damn time these days, so it’s got to do something good right? But also does it?… Either way. If it’s close to charcoal, I think it’s better to just resort to that it’s the thought that counts. Maybe cereal is the better choice to opt for her. Not many things can go wrong there — except perhaps soggy cereal and spilled milk.
you've painted quite the portrait of the familial tapestry. we're not heroines, you say, but rather some indefinable amalgam of caretaker, magician, and occasionally, a dash of martyr thrown in for good measure. the balance is akin to walking a tightrope while juggling flaming torches, and yes, occasionally we do get burned. self-indulgence? a foreign concept at times, akin to spotting a unicorn in the wild. it's a luxury often as elusive as that last biscuit that everyone pretends they haven't noticed, hoping someone else will take it so they don't have to feel guilty. your dear mother, bless her soul, retreating to the sanctuary of the bathroom. i can all but hear the lock click as she sought refuge in steam and solitude. it's the little acts of rebellion, like the guzzling of hot water, that keep one's sanity intact. you see, we all grow up with a touch of the 'spoiled child' syndrome, don't we? it's only with the grace of age that we begin to see the sacrifices etched in the lines of our parents' smiles, the weight carried in their patient sighs. you're not ungrateful, love, you're human. your parents, what saints they must be – to adopt and mold a life with such care and tenderness. they've done something right, haven't they? to have raised someone who can appreciate the symphony of chaos that is family life. about those home-cooked meals – there's no michelin star that can outshine the glow of a dining table laden with love-soaked dishes. it's the seasoning of sentiment that makes each bite moreish, not the precision of a chef's knife. as for the charcoal, well, let's just say it's making quite the comeback, isn't it? activated charcoal in everything from detox drinks to face masks – a modern panacea, or so they claim. but when it comes to toast, i believe we can agree that charcoal is best left to the artists and the barbecues. and yes, "it's the thought that counts" will be the epitaph on many a culinary disaster. cereal, now, is a safe haven in the tempest of cooking misadventures – unless, of course, you're like my daugther who believes cereal is best served as a soup with a milk-to-cornflake ratio that would make a dietitian weep.
As much as I adore the yearly kitchen battle and feeling the need to rest for at least three months after the whole conundrum — I can't deny being quite pleased with having been away during the holidays. Part of my heart bleeds to have missed out on family time, but I also know that family time does not just have to come around the holidays as long as you're able to get everyone together in the same room. — Is it not just the best though? Knowing everyone are devouring the things you've put your heart and soul in to. That's why you should always pick out a few things on a plate just before you serve things, so you know you always get a small bite at least. God knows you are worth that and much more. I take it you and the family had a nice time during the holidays then?
the sweet escape – you clever thing! while i was playing sous-chef to a horde of my nearest and dearest, you were out there gallivanting, free as a bird. i must admit, there's a twinge of envy beneath my ribcage, but it's all in good fun. you're right, family time isn't just for the jingling bells and tinsel; it's an all-year-round affair, whenever you can wrangle the clan into one room without resorting to lasso tricks. you've hit the bullseye once again – there's no joy quite like seeing your culinary masterpieces being inhaled faster than a whiff of fresh scones on a sunday morning. it's a love language, spoken in the dialect of deliciousness. the holidays with the family were as delightful as ever – a whirlwind of laughter, the occasional squabble smoothed over with a slice of pie, and enough memories to fill a dozen scrapbooks. there's something about seeing the lot of them, sprawled across every available surface, faces alight with the glow of the fairy lights (and perhaps the mulled wine), that makes the kitchen marathon worth every bead of sweat. how about you? did your holiday adventures lead you to any new revelations, or did you simply bask in the glory of freedom and festive cheer?
Private: That's the one thing I wouldn't change - the kids. I'd be nowhere without them. Even if there are moments where I wasn't in a good place. Being a mum is something special. I'm good with being friends. I think. I'm not even sure if I want to commit to one person, right now? It's nice to have someone that I can just hang out with and have no pressure around what it's going to be. Zoey is cool. Beautiful, kind and cool. I'll get right on it - dad isn't going to know what hit him.
PRIVATE: being a mum is the role of a lifetime, no script required and you're clearly nailing it. you're young, but you’re one of the most brilliant mums out there – your little ones are surrounded by love and that's the real deal. sometimes, i feel like i’m the queen of my own tiny realm, except my citizens don't listen and the currency is lego and vanished socks. you don't have to ink your life away to anyone just yet, or ever, for all i care. it's 2024 – go out there and have a blast, date around. you are a mix of beauty, kindness, and coolness – are you just hanging out with yourself, soph? does this zoey person even exist? go call him dad, please. he'll freak out since there's another one on the way.
