February 22, 2008

GIMME A QUICHE

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All purpose dinner party celebrating many things: 29 Days until spring. The new nine foot long dining table. Friendship. New romance. Visas. That I've made 11 quiches in 14 days. Blown deadlines. Break-ups. That Ben still DJs with LPs. Getting old. Valor. Kelly's new woman. The usual.

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While prepping for his comeback into the casserole game, Miles nearly ginsu'd his typing finger off. The amount of blood loss made him think he'd slice it all the way to the bone, but turns out he only needed a band aid, not stiches. I confided that somewhere in the toasted cumin seed/entemaller quiche was a small slice of my thumb that I couldn't find.
BON APPETIT! Skin!

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Some folks had to peel out for their profesh obligations but Molly and everyone else stayed for desert, plus the real treat--

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JR told us the long, spooky and credible ghost story from the summer camp where he was a counselour for a couple year. Temperature drops, ghost girl in a white night gown, a drowning, running through the woods, spectral lights, corroboration, photos of the ghost girl when she was alive.

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I turned out the lights, because that's the rule.

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Rapt, spooked, flush with romance, full of quiche.

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