Michael
I’m not sure how hard up for blog content you are, and whether you’re still speaking to me so: I got invited to high tea on Saturday at the home of a retired colleague. (She made all the food from scratch except the scones.)  Another retired colleague not only took photos but sent them to me, so I don’t have to figure out anything about downloading and attaching.Â
Jennifer
Peeps
Ask and the blogmeister receives.
michael
Where are the peeps? And, will the next dinner at your house look like this?
smiling
Looks a lot like tea and my friends’ Ray and Lonra that you missed, Michael–which began with a nice glass of Bristol Cream sherry.
La Rad
Lovely.
Jennifer
It was lovely. But no, mine will never look this nice. The food might taste almost as good, although it’s unlikely it would be in as much abundance.
Do you believe I told the group about La Gata’s Christmas present to me … a book called “Cunt: A Declaration of Independence”, by Inga Muscio? Methinks I shocked them, just a bit. Perhaps it was my response to all that niceness, kinda like how I reacted to the boy who I liked and who briefly wanted to go out with me in 7th grade.
michael
I wish you hadn’t said that. Now I’m going to get a headache trying to remember on whose bookshelf I recently saw that book.
Chris
Jennifer, no finger sandwich in the world could come close to your spinach pie, no matter how many there were. As for your book…you probably stunned them only momentarily. Love the pic of the four of you.
Jennifer
Thanks on the spanakopita; and I agree it’s better than finger sandwiches, but the thing in the background with blueberries on top was a scrumptious lemon tart, and the brownies and madeleines (sp?) were best of their kind.
On “Cunt”, Michael — Your father’s, maybe? (Men are encouraged to read it, but I would find it hard to ask for it at the bookstore, or even to pay for it. You want to borrow it?)
smiling
Mark Schreiber’s bookcase.
2nd lady from left looks like Diane Keeton.
michael
Dan is right, Ginger owns that book. Sorry, Jennifer, I’m reading only mysteries these days so I’ll decline…okay, when I say mystery, I mean murder mysteries. Besides, of all the words in the English language, that one really makes my skin crawl. When I was growing up it had about a two day window in which it was an anatomical description before it became a derogatory label. Way too misogynistic
Hilster's Mom
I second Michael. The (C) yo(U) (N)ext (T)uesday word really bothers me for some reason. I guess that I just have to have a word that is beyond my capability to say so I can occasionally feel like a lady. But I will get and read the book! Thanks for the tip, Jennifer.
And what exactly was the response to the 7th grader pining after you? Did you slug him?