Inkwell lunch and cookbook
Photo: Lara604
Still not willing to let go of Christmas, I'm remembering fun things I did. One of these was a holiday luncheon with my former crit group.
When my schedule changed I had to leave the Inkwells. I was commuting in to the city in the morning and it was impossible to schedule time out in the valley.
Not for the first time, I was late for lunch at Milsean's in Aldergrove. My friends kindly forgave me and we sat down and tucked in. It was great to see the others again. We read our latest bits to each other and laughed our heads off -- a notable Inkwell activity.
I was impressed when Loreena Lee showed me a copy of Kitchen Tales. She told me about the launch, which happened at a bookstore coffee shop. Seems they cooked my personal egg and lemon soup recipe from her book and it went over well.
Inkwellian Pamela Kent continues to create her terse and evocative pieces. Mostly set in London during the era around WWII, they are often hilarious. Carol Johnson, whose married name, confusingly, is the same as my maiden one, was unfortunately unable to attend.
Still not willing to let go of Christmas, I'm remembering fun things I did. One of these was a holiday luncheon with my former crit group.
When my schedule changed I had to leave the Inkwells. I was commuting in to the city in the morning and it was impossible to schedule time out in the valley.
Not for the first time, I was late for lunch at Milsean's in Aldergrove. My friends kindly forgave me and we sat down and tucked in. It was great to see the others again. We read our latest bits to each other and laughed our heads off -- a notable Inkwell activity.
I was impressed when Loreena Lee showed me a copy of Kitchen Tales. She told me about the launch, which happened at a bookstore coffee shop. Seems they cooked my personal egg and lemon soup recipe from her book and it went over well.
Inkwellian Pamela Kent continues to create her terse and evocative pieces. Mostly set in London during the era around WWII, they are often hilarious. Carol Johnson, whose married name, confusingly, is the same as my maiden one, was unfortunately unable to attend.