Sofra for an afternoon snack. We split a pot of cocoa rose tea, Stephen got lamb shawarma, and I ordered the Syrian-style bread hummus, which was not at all what I was expecting--sort of a deconstructed hummus, maybe. It consisted of chunks of fresh bread, olive oil, marinated chick peas, green onions, yogurt, and paprika, I think, served warm in a tiny casserole dish. Even though it was completely new to me, it smelled incredibly homey and familiar in some way, and I pretty much licked the dish clean.
Happy (almost) International Women's Day! Last year, I coordinated a big IWD event for a committee I was serving on, but we're not doing anything for it this year, so instead I plan to celebrate on Monday with some homemade carrot cake whoopie pies at our weekly staff meeting (which, come to think of it, will be attended by seven women and one feminist man, so that seems appropriate).
These (unfortunately blurry) images are from a photo that we got at a second-hand store when we went to Midnight Madness with my brother back in December. It's the Medford, Massachusetts High School senior class of 1923. I love the personalities captured in each of their faces.
Aren't they stylish? They look much cooler to me than contemporary high school seniors. Will anyone say that about my senior portrait when eighty-seven years have passed?
Posted by Heather at 3/06/2010