Of course we returned to Nick's for a casual dinner sitting at the counter. . . Oh and we dropped by one of the local galleries in Pawtucket for another art reception. This one included the work of Pam Dwight, a neighbor of Susie's in Hope Artiste Village.
Lastly, I sold the jungle boots I wore in Vietnam, complete with dog-tag jammed down inside the tongue of one of the boots where it had been stuck since 1969. . . The last of my Vietnam paraphernalia is now gone.
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| Caramel nut tart |
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| shortbreads |
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| mini pain au chocolat |
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| chocolate moelleux with caramel mascarpone swirl |
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| financiers |
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| "to live in hearts left behind, is not to die" - epitaph at Swan Point |
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| sitting at the counter. . . the new gold old days |
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| amuse buche |
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| pasta app. . . |
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| beef with fingerlings and mushrooms |
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| Susie contemplating a self-portrait of the artist (Pam Dwight by Pam Dwight) |
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| mud from Vietnam is still caked in the instep vents |
2 comments:
Steve,
Congratlations on your show and sales. Susan's pastries are nearly breathtaking.
So tell me, what prompted you to sell your boots, and how do you feel about that?
Mannie
The show was fun, I must say! Plus, I got to try printing on metal (not me personally, of course) and the results look pretty cool.
As for the boots well, the uniforms are all long gone and I digitized my VN photos and sold those last year and the boots were the last to go really. Frankly I'm not sure why I sold them, maybe I just got tired of carrying them around all these years. Some parts of our past are better left to go their own way, maybe?
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