|Overflowing yard trimmings|
I was supposed to bring a summer salad to the wine party, so I headed to the store for ingredients. Working at GE as long as I did taught me to appreciate handsome Indian men. I saw one such at the store where I was quickly fetching fruit, and he struck up a conversation about what I was buying versus what he was buying. He was a gentleman, allowing me to cut in front of him in line (actually, insisting). Maybe he and I can meet at Ream's again sometime in the spice aisle and he can give me his tikki masala recipe.
|BYOWG - Green beaded wine charm to identify my glass from the rest|
|My attack shark potholder sneaked into this picture.|
The wine party was so relaxing. The evening weather was perfect and the hostess had a magical backyard with abundant flora and fauna, even a grape vine covered patio. In addition to wine, we ate summer fruit and veggie dishes. This was a new group for me, but of course being Salt Lake City as it is, I met people who knew my friends, others met people who knew people, and I remembered where I'd met some other people before, after they left (I knew they looked familiar). We had compelling and pleasant conversation til the moment I left around 11:30 and the party was not over.