Condoleezza Rice Pudding with Berries of Mass Destruction

Great artists require great inspiration. F. Scott had Zelda, Cassavetes had Rowlands, and I have Condoleezza. This is my deepest darkest secret: Condoleezza Rice is my muse. She calls to me like a siren. Literally. She sits on top of a police car in the parking lot outside my window. “EEEEHOOOHEEEOOOOH!” she yells. “Yes Condoleeza?” … Continue reading Condoleezza Rice Pudding with Berries of Mass Destruction