1: On the one hand

My friends, welcome to Café Blablabla. I'm Adrienne Anderson, your host. Take off your boots and coat and make yourself comfortable wherever you like. I hope you enjoy your time here.

I've been a food stylist for longer than I can remember now. People outside the business always ask if the rumors are true. Shoe polish on turkeys, Armor All on tortillas, bronzer on pie crust, frosé made from diapers. Yes, yes, I tell them. It's all true. But it's from a different time.

If you stick around, I'll share some secrets. Mine, at least. They're changing every day. Honestly, I can barely keep track. At the moment my work seems to depend on whatever idea the chef picks up in the market, and she only talks when she's in the mood. She hasn't cared much for words for a while now.

But if there's one thing I've – I'm so sorry. Please excuse me. I just saw the time. I need to run, to pick up the linens and review tomorrow's shot list before the mail tram arrives. The Vanderpeel office just let me know that Martine has finally signed off on blueprints, and I can't risk them getting wet in the rain. 

But here, help yourself to tea and feel free to flip through the books. I'll be back to talk styling before you know it.

Yours,
Adrienne