(Thankfully Pat let me borrow her green scarf so I wouldn't get pinched. Under normal circumstances a goose from a stranger is not my cup of tea; in Grand Central surrounded by inebriated day trippers on St. Pat's Day was even less appealing.)
Not only did I not eat lunch at my desk for the first time in weeks, I was gifted by both lovely ladies. (And this ingrate came to the table with nothing but a smile on her face. But it was a genuine, happy smile...if that counts for something.)
Pat gave me fabulous salt and pepper shakers -- an homage to the plentiful diners in the shore house state:
They're perfect! Diane got NYC taxi cab shakers. So. Cute.
And Diane brought some "local delicacies" all the way from her home state for each of us: Fabulous handmade magnolia soap and a "sweet cotton" scented candle. Which smell completely divine.
You may remember that it was Pat who inspired me to join the Daring Bakers, and I've been cooking up kitchen catastrophes ever since. So you can thank her for the laughter I bring you as I come thisclose to burning my kitchen down. Seriously...Pat's blog is charming, and I often learn something about my hometown that I never before knew.
Diane couldn't be more lovely either. Her and her friend are spending the week in New York City, and these Southern Belles have covered more ground this week than a New York City taxi during Christmastime. And Diane has the pedometer to prove it. My guess is, as I type this they are honing in on the "Million Step Mark."
I'm just happy their feet took them to my neck of the woods. Good times, and cheesecake, had by all.