Who-knows-what

It's another of those ladies' nights, only it isn't here this time. Because it's always spontaneous potluck (I nearly wrote 'combustion'), we never know what supper will be.

Tonight's no different in that respect, so I'll have to write later to fill in the blanks and add a picture.
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Well, the potluck supper worked, in the mystical way it always does. There must be a law about that someplace or other. There was sushi, a satisfying Mexican corn bread, a scalloped salmon pie and lots of appie-type tasters, plus a green salad filled with treaty bits -- fresh fruit and cheese. Marilyn's table-setting only enhanced it all. As usual, a terrific evening of laughter and great conversation.