Dear Casting Director,
When you were putting my audition on tape and I asked you to make sure my boobs were in frame? I was kidding. I don't think you knew that. Maybe I'm just a really good actress and you believed me. In any event, thanks for featuring The Girls. That certainly won't hurt my chances.
Dear Flight Attendant,
When you served me ginger ale, a tiny drop of your spittle landed on my cheek. Not cool. But I know you didn't mean it. You've got a really hard job. I didn't want to make you feel bad so I left it there 'til you were two rows away. Thanks for the refreshments.
Dear Lady Who Walks on my Street,
It must be hard to pull off that all-white walking ensemble. Including gloves! Those must make your hands feel wicked tingly. Maybe that's why you never say "Hi" back to me when I see you EVERY DAY. I think I get it now. Props to you for walking it out.
Thanks for being open to my unconventional notion of throwing you on the grill. You put up such a tough exterior but I know you're really a softie underneath. Especially if I ply you with olive oil and high-quality sea salt. You done good, kid.
1 bunch Lacinato kale (the kind with the flatter leaves--these will cook more evenly on the grill)
Wash the kale and rip the leaves from their stalky core. Tear them in half. In a large bowl or kitchen towel, drizzle olive oil (enough to lightly coat all the leaves), sprinkle salt and pepper and toss. Throw the kale on a medium-hot grill and keep moving it around with tongs for just a few minutes, 'til it's wilty and slightly charred in spots. Be careful: it will burn fast!