Soup Party

The thing about a soup party—where everyone brings a soup to share—is that once the bowls get distributed and it’s on, it’s hard to take a photo.


A single photo from the phone while standing in the checkout lane at the market. S’weird hearing Paula Deen say Novo Nordisk with her Southern lilt, bless her heart. I’ve come to accept our future of celebrity endorsements for drugs. Yes there was Bob Dole for Viagra, but didn’t seem quite the watershed. There’s a new […]

the butter dish was not the most interesting part of the day

But it was what caught my eye before guests from California arrived. After a cancelled flight and a re-route, they landed mid-evening. By that point it didn’t seem right to bandy about a camera.