|The flask is really handsome.|
It was a busy day. Some work, some appointments, then a scramble for the right recipe in a tall stack of my cookbooks and a supermarket chase for ingredients for a lemon pie, H.'s favorite. Settled on a nice lemon tart from Ina's Barefoot in Paris--though I made a much quicker graham-cracker crust and fluffy whipped cream topping rather than meringue. Had no choice due to timing; started making it at 6:30 and guests were coming around 7:30. [Fortunately, it had time to cool in the fridge while we ate sandwiches.] I put all of my effort into the filling, with six lemons, squeezed and zested, a long stirring over heat with a wooden spoon and then a whisk once it was thickened. I do recommend it. Classic homemade pudding--I've made chocolate and lemon--takes patience but yields rich rewards when the spoon plunges in after cooling.
Birthdays dish up such old-fashioned beauty. The cake, the flickering colored candles in a darkened room, the china plates, the smiles, the off-key singing. The people you love gathered around you. Birthdays are good.
- Walked Sug around block once.
- A little rest.
- Faced music with work.
- Private Benjamin.