Sunday, December 1st we'll meet at Trace Brewing.
We had our first taste of winter on Sunday, when we meandered among the dead in Homewood Cemetery, where segregation persists, even after death. Some of us, paused in front of "Motherless," the sculpture of a man holding a small child. We were silent, perhaps contemplating the awfulness of losing one's mother. The sculpture wasn't actually the original, Roye told us, and after further research I learned it doesn't memorialize anyone in the Mellon family either. It was in the garden of James Ross Mellon until his heirs decided to move it elsewhere.
Next we convened at Five Points for some fantastic post-walk/run treats. This meant we either overcame, forgave, or were uninformed about their mouse infestation, at least until reaching the doorway with its posted notice that acknowledged the "recent Health Department Inspection Report." The detailed sign set out the management's ways of remediating the mouse problem and affirmed that their "ingredients and production spaces have not been shown to have mouse related issues."
"Mouse related." There's a fine euphemism.
We made no mention of mouse anatomy.
Or mentioned mouse poop while devouring the scones, muffins, lemon poppyseed Danish, etc.
We learned from Virginia that to handle dough you need confidence. (Actual dough, not "dough," as in money.)
And from Elaine that when you have an intractable computer problem, call IT and it will instantly resolve.
The story of the 95-year-old woman who plays mahjong twice a week and has all her marbles was cited as proof that mahjong is good for the brain.
And some endorsements:
From Beth, the Always Pan 2.0, which comes with a steam basket.
For stunning recipes, the beloved Jerusalem cookbook, by Yotam Ottolenghi and Sami Tamimi.
