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The day blended into night about the way one would think when I was asked to sit outside (the heat had lessened and I had a few less articles of clothing (on)from caring). Meaningful conversation was had, at least on my part, between big hits of beer. And then a tray of deviled eggs magically appeared (there is little in this world that I stop a train for and one of them is deviled eggs). I ate probably a dozen (they were exquisite, some fancy recipe that I can only hope to someday acquire) plus there might've been an over-stuffed spinach quiche but don't quote me on those (ok, overstuffed and GOOD). Either way, I'm home and hoping nothing else hits me in the head between now and Thursday.

Labels: food, minutia