Today I took Ice bowling and when the game was done we both agreed that given a modest amount of training we would be as good as pros.
And then we went to Eastwood's weekend gourmet market, to which I have been looking forward all week. It has but a handful of stalls but a handful is just right for someone like me who is hopelessly frail and easily exhausted.
I would love to get some fruit cheese, which looked delightful, next time.
The last time we went to the weekend market, I got a bottle of sparkly pink grapefruit juice because it reminded me of Deborah Kerr's signature drink in An Affair to Remember-- the pink champagne. Cary Grant found it all very ladylike and charming.
Now these tubs of meringue better taste as delicious as they are pretty and expensive.
I will finally learn how to cook someday and when I do I will use only organic produce like these.
When we hopped over to Fully Booked, Ice had a field day. He rarely gets excited over things and so it is always a treat to see his eyes light up when something wonderful comes along.
Dinner was lovely but all I could think about was the pretty pink and cream macarons we got from the market and the bottle of pink sparkly that is chilling in the fridge as I write. In a while I will pop the bottle open and enjoy the macarons with Ice and SNL episodes.
Ces't la vie. :)
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Finally, from last Friday's dinner with my girls Ruby and Ning:
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