Travelling with Lemon Grass

Arnie went into the hospital for an operation on Wednesday and I flew down to Nashville clutching a stalk of lemon grass. Besides being with him to fetch and carry was also to cook hence the lemon grass for a fabulous grilled pork recipe that tastes like nothing without the aforementioned lemon grass. I was able to smuggle it, along with my ham sandwich, onto the plane inspite of scanners and all matter of modern technological equipment.

But I degress. Arnie is fine. Living la vida loca on his sofa and wishing mightily that he could get off pain killers and go back to work. But we had a great visit inspite of the underlying medical theme. I lunched with friends and made executive decisions until Sunday when I flew back to New York to be with Kate on Mother's Day, She gave me a beautiful silver necklace that says Number # 1 mother which I will never take off. Especially since there may be days when she may regret that expression. And tonight we are going out for a Mother's Day dinner at Eatley which we both hope will not be wildly crowded on the Monday after Mother's Day.

We will know more later.