I remember a trip I took in 2nd grade. Little me sat in the airplane seat impatiently. The proud bird with the golden tail was taking my family from Chicago to CALIFORNIA. In those days, airline meals were actually meals, not just a bag of pretzels and a Coke. When my meal came, I checked the menu card, and saw that the entree was spinach souffle. I gingerly tried it, and was instantly hooked! I resolved right then and there that I would eat this "when I grow up." Lucky for me, Stouffer's had the catering contract with Continental. Some 40 years later, it's the only "TV dinner" I actually seek out. Boston Market's creamed spinach pales in comparison.
Nothing much on the knitting front, just a bunch of stuff that's near completion. Stay tuned for photos.