The dinner went well. Vanished in short order.
Just enough leftovers for a dinner or two for me.
Handsome Son, the deli worker, reports that never in his life has he handled so much lox, chicken liver and herring in cream sauce at work as on this year's High Holidays. Last year pales in comparison.
Maybe more entertaining happening. Which reminded me to check if the herring might be available in November for Thanksgiving, and will he bring some. I'm hoping it's not seasonal.
Meanwhile back at the Met gala, amid all the arguing about dresses and who's rich, here's a dress that didn't get half enough attention.
Worn by spouse of Met chair
Spun at a small mill, yarn from every breed of currently endangered sheep in the US, machine knitted and hand crocheted, they haven't invented a machine that can crochet yet, by the designer, just a virtuoso display of what really matters around here. Note the escort's matching boutonniere.
Speaking of things getting under the radar, here's a hitchhiker suddenly appeared in the newly potted philodendron.
This is what happens when your pots come indoors, and you reuse potting mix. Does any knowledgeable spotter know what we've got here?
