• Just got back from Denver and I must say: Men! I take back all the bad things I've said about you recently. You are all so pleasant and nice, putting my heavy carry-on in the overhead bin. I promise to give you the benefit of the doubt from now on (yes, even FLG, though he doesn't read this blog anymore).
  

• This is my new favorite blog. For those who question my love of shoes, I direct you here. I also have much love for her post on dinner at Per Se: "Once all this was through we transitioned to dessert via the cheese course -- Brillat Savarin (a soft cows-milk cheese vaguely reminiscent of brie, named after the late eighteenth/early nineteenth-century gastronome whose biography I started to tell at the table and then I checked myself because honestly, Helen, shut up."

• I am finally reading Middlemarch, formerly the book I was most ashamed to have never read. I can't say why it has taken me so long to get to it. For one thing, it has just the kind of heroine I like: insufferable and priggish. (Oh, how I love you, Mansfield Park!) Secondly (and most important), I love Edith Wharton; Edith Wharton loves George Eliot; hence, I will love George Eliot. The only obstacle was Adam Bede, which I read in college and detested. So far Middlemarch is much better, but I'm only a hundred pages in. There are 800 more pages for it to go downhill.

• Lastly, I am making this pasta for a girl's night in this evening. After, we will watch Breakfast at Tiffany's and eat cookies. What a wonderful world.
  

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