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[Comments] (4) : Sumana is bringing her parents to meet me on Sunday. I went to the store to lay in provisions because I wanted to make them a quiche. Spinach and mushroom, with Swiss cheese-- but the Swiss cheese I bought doesn't have holes in it, what's up with that?

I splurged on fresh blueberries to go in fruit salad, and I am freezing guava nectar into ice cubes to float in the orange juice. It's going to be yummers.

I'm going to try my hand at making a boeuf bourginiognefor lunch tomorrow when Leonard arrives. I'll have to start it tonight. Reading the recipe, it's a lot bigger deal than I thought it would be.

: When I was working in the garden I found a nest of little pearls buried in a shallow depression under a California poppy. Whose are they? I don't know--snail? scorpion? little snake? I haven't the foggiest, but I figured it was a pretty good bet that it was not someone I want in my flowerbeds, so I killed them. I felt like Rikki-Tikki-Tavi.


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