John gave me flowers for Mother's Day, which is nice since we're kinda between the spring and early summer blooming season and there's nothing to cut at the moment. In another week, if this warm weather keeps up, the yard will be full of peonies, iris and roses.
So, lovely having the very fragrant white Oriental lilies inside-- a preview of late summer, when ours bloom.
He also bought an "Opera Cake" at Metropolitan Market. Ever had? They are amazingly good. I can resist most cakes, but not this one.
"Created in the 1950s, the cake's thin layers of coffee-soaked sponge,
ganache, and buttercream are designed to evoke the elegance of the levels in a Paris opera house." (Thanks, AI.)
For dinner, pot roast, another rare treat. Remember when chuck was just a scrappy piece of cheap meat? Now that humble cut costs more than a Porterhouse did a few years ago.
Yes, we seniors are constantly dating ourselves exclaiming over high food prices. I told the girls I remember buying a sandwich for a quarter and a (big) candy bar for a nickel. "Really, Nana?"
I'm not sure they even know what a "nickle" or "quarter" is. They sure as heck don't carry around loose change for penny candy, like we did.
