I Need a Clone

Play "It Don't Mean a Thing"
by Club des Belugas

Haven't been writing 'cause I've been feeling the need to produce things people can touch and taste.

This weekend, I was invited to a "welcoming spring" party. With the pending vernal equinox, it seemed like macaroons were the right thing to bring.

The hosts made tea sandwiches and cracked open homemade infused vodkas. (The vodka was store-bought but the infusions were done at home.)

It was a lovely evening — one where many of us discovered that we liked horseradish mixed into cream cheese and spread onto baby carrots sliced lengthwise.

To top off the evening, the hosts held a bookswap. I gave away "Subwayland" by Randy Kennedy (Amazon|BN|Powell's) and in return picked out "More Tales of the City" by Armistead Maupin (Amazon|BN|Powell's) and "Talk Talk" by T.C. Boyle (Amazon|BN|Powell's).

Meanwhile, the knitting bug has bitten again.