It was like being in a snow globe traveling to our hostess' home. Grassy areas, then snow-covered, looked as if that snow had been scattered with glitter. Five of us made it safely and missed those who couldn't attend. One Muse was on her way home from Florida. One Muse was on her way to Florida. One Muse was watching Northwestern beat Indiana University. One Muse was ill. One had to work late. We missed them all.
Our hostess, Vicky, had an appropriate table setting
around which to discuss the book
and other myriad topics.
How clever is the glove representing the severed hand?
Note the forger's pen in hand
What else but a glass hand to hold lemons for our water?
We dined on a delicious vegetable lasagne, mixed green salad and, for dessert, a fresh peach pie.
Vicky has promised me the recipe for the pie to share with you. It is quite unusual and I think you'll enjoy having it when fresh peaches are available.
Last, but far from least, we all came home with beautiful soft and warm mittens that Vicky had made from wool sweaters for each of us. Backtracking a bit here, a few weeks ago, she dropped off a pair of these mittens for Andrew to wear when walking Oliver. He loves them! I knew mine were coming and here they are.
VICKY, THANK YOU FOR A WONDERFUL EVENING. TO THOSE MUSES WHO WEREN'T WITH US, WE MISSED YOU ALL.