Picked up the car, again, and there is still another issue with the door and the lock. The door and the lock ... that sounds like a title or a topic for philosophical discussion. I don't feel a pressing need to lock my car here in the suburbs. And I am kind of willing to brave it in Park Slope.
|This is Cooder on Saturday afternoon after I had been gone for two nights.|
I have to confess, few things gratify me more than people wolfing, daintily, of course, down my food. Amazingly, the Swiss chard and the pasta dish were done at the same time so dinner looked much more coordinated than it was. And even I thought the fresh tomato with sauteed vegetable sauce over rotini was superb. It did not even need cheese, in my opinion.
|Melinda with Emmylou. Bless her for keeping those photos coming.|