29 June 2000

Dear S. and R.,

Thank you for having us over to your house last Saturday. The evening went by much too quickly. We hope you'll visit us for part of a Saturday or Sunday, have lunch or an early dinner. Maybe when the zucchini is ready in the garden, after your trip to Washington.

Did you receive the letter about our high school reunion? Don't know yet if we'll go. I registered online, as they suggested. Saw S.'s name, and B. Y's the year before us, a few other brave souls. Logged on later to show Jon and there was a flashy "NEW!" sign pointing to my name. Not that I care, but the laugh track that came on whenever the cursor hovered close to my name seemed a little much (just kidding).

Loved your chicken curry dish. Think I'll get Jon to start making it at home, so Robert gets accustomed to it. It's the kind of dish that grows on you, strange at first, then you get hooked. When I cook, it's quite bland. Last night I made lentil stew with potatoes, carrots and onions, flavored only with the butter the vegetables were sauteed in and a little thyme, salt, and a miniscule amount of black pepper. Because it was a rainy and cool evening I made baking powder biscuits, served with butter and honey. I cook dinner about once in a blue moon—Jon does most of the cooking, and I clean up. But I had told Robert how, as a teenager, I used to make vegetable stew and biscuits for my parents, ready when they came home in the evenings—and I had to prove it to him that I could, otherwise he never would have believed it. We had to drag him to the table because he had fallen asleep on the living room floor watching NOVA (I had given him OTC antihistamine, a sleep inducer if there ever was one, for his allergy symptoms, his appt. is a whole month away!) But afterwards he got up from the table and said, "Now that's what I call a meal!" He can be very socially correct, at times.

Thanks again for a delightful evening.

Looking forward to seeing you again,
Morgan