regret

-- rather rashly suggesting meatballs or lasagne for party next week - meat is tricky and people are finicky about it, and an outbreak of salmonella will not do at all. Cookies have been done to death and most other baking just shows up how absolutely hopeless I am with pastry. Apple crumble, perhaps? Or something with similar crust but fruit of choice? Or we could just imbibe enough that it doesn't matter what we eat?

Currently reading:
The Fourteen Sisters of Emilio Montez O'Brien - Oscar Hijuelos

Concurrently reading:
A Sport and A Pastime - James Salter