Wonderful talks, wonderful people, loved the guy from Louisiana talking about his momma’s home cooking and how adding that metaphorical good dose of spice that comes from G_d, the spice of loving and understanding and compassion, makes everything go down better for everybody.

I do confess to being occasionally distracted by the fact that not across the house in person, and yet on the screen, I saw people double–in different colors. White shirts turned deep pink, complexions reddened greatly, a yellow and green tie turned plain orange, left vs right eye. So strange.

I finished my cowl and, with memories of New Orleans in mind, wished I could try the beignet Dad never quite got around to when we were there.