Sunday, October 13, 2013


The symphony is over...dishes are done..bellies are full. I am the conductor timing the elements, mashing and whisking to the crescendo to the seated dining room. I am satisfied with the dance of the dishes, the fluid movement to baste, broil or whip. Dessert is the finale... ice cream melting into the sugary warmth and the frenetic scurry to squirt more whipped cream. Dinner at the Andersons.

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