As you know, there is no episode this week. Our Thanksgiving will be bleak indeed without you, but even Gossip Girl herself has a family.
Hope your week is filled with lots of delicious pie, and the perfect ratio of cinnamon to nutmeg.
xoxo,
J & X
Loves,
It is with great trepidation that we approached this week’s episode. Our set-up from last week was so magnificent that we were already apprehensive, and then we received word that the Great GaGa herself would be joining the cast. We almost sat this one out because, short of a 10-foot spun sugar statue– which is beyond even J’s skill and equipment– there may be no way to do proper reverence to the Lady through baking. We are humbled, poor beggars at the throne, and our offering, while in the spirit of the Gaga, is simply not enough. GG, you have bested us once again.
Dan’s play, like every episode of this show, is full of enchanted mirrors. So we made our own. Glass starts with sand: here’s ours.
So many broken things this episode: Lonelyboy and Olivia, Dan’s terrible play, Tripp’s marriage. And even Nate and Serena’s chain-mail necklace and shoulder pads combined can’t protect S from her latest bad romance.
We heartily approve of Chuck rescuing Jenny. Remember when he tried to rape her? Who knew he would grow up the fastest… If only she didn’t want so desperately to be homeless again. (Perhaps if waffles weren’t so big in the Humphrey household, she wouldn’t be so easily seduced by a Belgian druglord.)
Chuck knows. He’s been on the other side of the enchanted mirror, down the rabbit hole, through every magic doorway there is, and he came back. Lil’ J is his sister now, can she make the same return?
The Gaga will not be imitated. Her performance, coming after Hilary Duff’s pale impression of her in cabaret, was awing and gorgeous. It makes our candy shards look less like shards of broken, stained glass and more like abandoned aspirations.
We hope you don’t mind too much. Like always, we just want your love.
xoxo,
J & X
WELL, kittens.
What a night: Gossip Girl gifted us with our much bally-hooed threesome, Blair and Serena’s annual make-up (in an elevator, which nicely echoes Serena’s elevator break-up with Dan– mostly because that moment didn’t stick either), and Lil’ J continuing to leave everything that smells like Brooklyn behind, including basic human decency.
Since three is the order of the day, we’re paralleling with Tres Leches: three kinds of sweetened, gooey milk poured over cake, then wrapped in a chocolate glaze. We’ll let you decide which stands for Dan, Olivia and Vanessa, but we will say that this bowl of milk looks a lot more wholesome than it really is.
These cakes are practically souffles: they puffed up a little more than we planned, and one overflowed, leaving a smokey mess in our oven. Maybe we’ll eventually learn not to play with proportions, unlike Jenny, who never will. (Finger-only gloves? Our frivolity is well-documented, but there is no excuse for this. In fact, we are more bothered by these finger shields than her scheming.)
Tres Leches are about finding the perfect balance. Pour too little, and you’ve missed the point. Too much, and you get a soggy mess. Perhaps Olivia is wishing now that her movie came through–a forfeit would have made her rule-changing easier on everyone.
But let’s all be pleased that S & B are on the same side again. At least, until Tripp writes Serena a letter about salads under palm trees while hiking the Appalachian trail, and Blair has to mercy-kill them both.
Perhaps we shouldn’t be so worried. Like us, Serena usually manages to turn her messes into something pretty and artful. It’s her natural rhythm, cotillion or no.
The real question in our minds is whether Dr. van der Woodsen of MSF is all he claims to be. Perhaps he is a “doctor” in the same way that Serena is a “publicist”? Breeding will out, we suppose.
Until next week, loves. We wouldn’t be trapped in an elevator with anyone other than you.
xoxo,
J & X
Morning, cherubs!
This episode was wild: do you think Patrick Roberts’s political thriller could have had a plot this juicy? It’s an election-night miracle!
So we’re Kennedys and Democrats tonight, blue bloods nodding towards the heartland with blueberry pie topped with almond crumble.
This election gets ugly, though. Like Amalia, Nate has confused being staff with being a friend. So Maureen’s scheme to put Trip in power hurts Nate most of all.
Serena and Blair are having their own friendship troubles, when a prostitute named Brandeis comes between them to highlight Serena’s willingness to be paid for her company, and Blair’s need to play dress-up. This feud has been building for a while, so we shouldn’t be surprised that our B ends up with a face full of frosting.
And poor V! For once she’s in the right place at the right time, and not even playing judge and jury! Seems the executive branch is a bit beyond her.
And perhaps it is above us, as well. We know what lines we shouldn’t cross, even if Trip doesn’t. Will Serena take the bait, now that she’s left her movie star, her best friends, and her career in the dust?
Until next week, kittens. We are promised a threesome: leave your bets in the comments.
xoxo,
J & X
Dears,
After last week’s heartbreaks, we need something comforting. We wish we were only talking about Chuck here, but we have heartaches of our own that need drowning, so tonight we’re making hot chocolate to keep out the cold.
We found the darkest chocolate we could, and melted it down with some cayenne and cinnamon, because it’s not Halloween without at least a little trickery in the treats.
Trickery is the name of the game at Chuck’s new club, as Blair and Chuck scheme to best each other in drumming up press for the new club, breaking laws as they go.
But we made our cocoa too hot, dears, almost enough to choke on. Dark and spicy is normally our thing, but we overdid it on the cayenne this time. We’re not the only ones, what with B snowing Serena and Jenny setting her goons on Eric and Jonathan.
Like Blair, we should have trusted our instincts. Strategies and untested recipes only go so far, and we should know better. Luckily, we have plenty of cream, and Serena’s endless ability to charm her way out of an ugly situation.
Maybe Prohibition existed for a reason, dears. Some drinks might be too much for us.
Here’s hoping for a little more sweet next week.
xoxo,
J & X
