Last week, Erion called me* and told me that we would be having a party the day after Christmas.  "How nice," thought I.  I expected it to be like the "Thanksgiving Fiesta at Stucchi's" that we held in 2005. Now that was a nice affair.  Crystal cooked most everything, Erion made a salad, I brought sweet potato and pumpkin pies, we drank wine, and ( Read more... )