Cheers! Here’s to another music night.
We made pizza, too. And were treated with homemade…gazpacho, tiramisu, and rhubarb crumble. All homemade. Eduardo brought some amazing cheese and cured meats, direct from Portugal, while Alex indulged us with Tiramisu. And Kate blessed us with not only a rhubarb crumble, but also a beautiful, picture-perfect lattice-top rhubarb pie. Which Andy and I get to enjoy with coffee for breakfast tomorrow. And the day after.
The pizza turned out splendidly as well. I tried my hand at “you say potato” from escape from new York in SF. Like many things in life, it was good, but not as good as the real thing.
And as always, there was some amazing musical moments…some jams, some sing-a-longs, some improvizations. Alex whistled, Kate sang, Bolte scatted, Joel played guitar, I sang, Andy played piano and sang, and Eduardo played guitar.
Then, we all had dessert.
Such a good night, and one of many more to come, I think.