Daniel, Jesse, Susan, and I have birthdays falling within a 2-month period, and this year we
celebrated all four together, condensing the fun into one afternoon, followed by a concert with violinist Joshua Bell in San Francisco. The concert is one reason almost everyone below is dressed to the nines.
Susan brought a turkey pot pie a dozen strawberry meringues. These were preceded by a rice and veggie salad by Jesse and me and followed with Martha’s Caesar salad, from a recipe dating back at least to her restaurant chef days if not to ancient Rome.
I had badly strained my upper right leg a few days before. Martha took me to the doctor’s, and before we got back we found ourselves for a short time in an ambulance, the emergency room, and (in my case) a wheelchair. It wasn’t nearly as bad as that makes it sound, but it was pretty bad. Still, by party time I was feeling just as festive as the rest of them.