Last night after the birthday party, around 8, we were lingering at the Lavergnes over coffee, until someone realized that nobody had eaten dinner. By a series of steps, we went from planning to go home to make Natalie's potato egg pie for dinner, to planning to go across the street to the Rathskeller (at this point Adam Cooper himself disappeared into a telephone conversation, ruling out the possibility of taking him out for birthday dinner), to my offering to scrounge up a meal in the kitchen, to Natalie taking over and making potato egg pie.
I hope Adam got some.
1 comment:
I did. It was very tasty.
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