Quite tasty, too.
I'm off to wind a warp, then later take L to her cello lesson.
Tomorrow, with an accompanist, she plays before a judge. I'm not allowed in, so I'll be skulking around outside the door. If she scores a 1 or a 2, she apparently receives a medal. But she'll receive detailed notes about her playing from the judge, which is the most important aspect of the proceedings.
I'm getting the urge to travel, but alas . . . it won't happen this year.
