Birthday (mine)

Thinking of Chris Bearchell who passed away last month at the age of 53. Having read the obituary pieces in the gay and alternative press, I turned to personal recollections of having been a frequent guest at the Walnut Street house and remembering our last exchange of email about our love of science fiction and the food we shared.

I had already come to the decision to attempt a year without buying books (more use of libraries and more nose in the unread volumes that have piled up) before I heard of Chris's death. There's a fair bit of science fiction in that pile up.

And it is from Chris that I learnt the trick of using cutting boards as plates. Certainly gave her kitchen an air of distinction.

And so for day 82