As I wait to hear on my latest book proposal, John and I decided to take a pre-holiday, visiting-relatives-trip to New York and New Jersey. It’s been great, complete with a (small) snowstorm last night. Although John grew up in Virginia, many of his relatives are on Long Island, and I lived in New Jersey until I was twenty. Mostly, we’re eating ourselves through the two states. All really bad-for-you and totally delicious food. Lot’s of diner stuff and take-out. Why can’t North Carolina make pizza like they do in New Jersey?? I’m going to import my pizza from NJ from now on.
Anyway, this first picture is, from left to right, my sister’s aide, Nina, my sister Joann, and me.
Nina’s Georgian and she just gave me a great-sounding Georgian recipe to try when I get home. If it’s a winner, I’ll share it with you. (note: Nina just walked out of the kitchen with this gigantic platter of some kind of Georgian meat blitzes she made for John and me to take back to North Carolina with us! The eating continues. . . )
I dragged John to my hometown, Plainfield, and he took this picture of me in front of St. Mary’s, the church where I practically lived as a kid. Seems like we were always in church.
Then we went to my great niece Joanna’s school, where her class made a presentation on Native Americans. Here she’s demonstrating a rainstick. She’s a cute girl whom I can picture someday being an actress, a writer, a scientist or president–in short, anything she wants to be. She’s amazing.
John and I head back to North Carolina tomorrow. It’s been a great trip, but we’ll be glad to get home and back to work.