More rain

It has been chilly and raining all day, with no sign of an end. That got me to thinking of a beautiful old Simon and Garfunkel song.

We have a quiet Sabbath planned. We are hoping that the rain will let up so we can make it to synagogue, and we have some friends joining us for lunch. Among other things, we made “Sri Wasano’s Infamous Indonesian Rice Salad,” a recipe from the original Moosewood Cookbook that we haven’t made in many years. On our stop atTrader Joe’s the other day we picked up some of those fabulous dry-roasted cashews and yummy raisins.

We discovered that the Botanical Garden opens early for members, which should enable us to go on the Sunday mornings we happen to be in New York before the usual weekend crowds. I am not sure if my Pfizer ID would have allowed for this, but now we have joined on our own (since I am no longer a Pfizer colleague) and the early entry is one of the perks of membership.

I am quite frustrated at the moment because earlier today, or perhaps last evening, I had a very good idea for something I wanted to write here. I shared it with Barry and he agreed. And now, neither of us can remember what in the world it was that I wanted to share! I know I should just force myself to find a piece of paper when ideas come along, but I usually tell myself “that is so good, I will surely remember it.” And then, of course, it goes floating away. So if it does come back around maybe next time I will in fact write it down!

Meanwhile, have a nice weekend.

Love,

Rebecca