And now it's all on you... Oh yes, every future bad date: your fault. Every future good date: your fault. If I happen to get married (unlikely, considering my opinions re: marriage): you're a bridesmaid. Done and done.

But, you foodies should really take note of the following celebratory meal.


My father recently and sneakily roped me into a dinner a few miles out of town, with folks I wasn't very sure I wanted to have dinner with (last time, the fellow said something to the effect of, only worse: "So, you're the older unwed one. Well, you're not really half as ugly as one might expect." And when I say "only worse," I mean that I barely refrained from punching him. The startle plus his wife's shoulder-punch kinda made it hard. Oh, and my temporary low self-esteem.)

But the more-recent meal turned out to be divine enough that I had that blurry moment indicating blissful sensory-overload: cilantro, spicy sauce, fish sauce, barbequed fish, vegetables, people-who-say-grace. They were very sweet and gave me a dozen duck eggs, plus showed me the vitamin chart that compares chicken vs. duck eggs (outstanding! I want baby ducks!), and a lemon off their indoor lemon tree, and before all that I snooped around their farm, in every corner, and daydreamed about having such a spot, with full sun and plenty of land, a huge greenhouse, and a big brown wiggly brown lab to greet everyone. Sigh and sigh. Anyhow. I took their eggs and made delicious things.

• Recipe #1 = Salmon, Green Onions. Herb = fresh dill, by the bunch. 
• Recipe #2 = Cauliflower, fresh from my garden Kale & Chard, Onions, Sweet Peppers. Herb = sweet curry. 

Verdict = 2 vs. 1 = #2. Both were delicious. Duck eggs are marvelous. As of tomorrow, just me hereabouts. As of tomorrow, just me.

All will be good. Catch-ups with goodfriends will happen. Relaxation will happen. Diligent writing will happen. Summer.