olfactory memory

[arksnay]

 It's damp and chilly outside. I am listening to rain dripping in the alley and that CD Bruce Springsteen made pretending to be Pete Seeger. (Many people I know hate this album with a passion, but too bad if you do, because I find it delightful despite my punk rock leanings.) I've just finished making the filling for a batch of squash ravioli and

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[plumerai]

Oh, K, I'm sorry that we haven't followed up on Squash Night. Life gets hectic, I get squirrely and distracted, and the next thing you know it's Thanksgiving. If you can bear to make it twice I would still love to make a night of it.

It's hard to know how much is adulthood, how much is personality, and how much is New York, when we have sensations like this.

[arksnay]

Oh, Squash Night lives on. I think I've made way more of this stuff than I need, so I'll be all the better prepared for it! I was envisioning it during colder weather, anyway.

Also, squash vodka mixed with Becherovka is delicious, and I might be so against adulterating it that might need to be a shot-type-thing in small quantities.

Let's hang out when I get back to this crazy town, eh?