This, too, is the week in which I have stumbled upon the perfect dinner party spread: a quartet of galettes and a pile of forks. Adults deem it fancy; children deem it pie. Either way, bellies fill.
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Nicole, Brenda, Hillory, Heidi, Laurie
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| Heidi (and her mom) at her sister Hillory's home |
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| All else: Luring dough on parchment lined pans with a pocketful of tahini sauce. Maldon salt on the crust. |
Three hours of hockey, rosy cheeks, crowd scoring squeals, hands blackened from the puck swing. Sweat in his hair, spitting watermelon seeds into last year’s garden.
