treading water

Mr. Beeton has assured me that last June felt this way as well - like we were swimming in circles, gliding endlessly over the same space. Since the start of the summer, we've been to Pennsylvania, New Jersey, and now Cleveland. I've hit blockades in the form of book club, visitors from out of town, and Cats. It will get better, he promises. We will unpack. We will paint. I will write again. But now, it doesn't seem that way.

So today, I will blog about the perfect piece of iceberg lettuce that we ate while we attended the wedding of K & B in Cleveland. I have to admit - any town with as good of food as we ate can never be deemed "the mistake on the lake" in my book. We ate at Lola's our first night (oysters, "bacon," scallops, and mango parfait for dessert!), Dvine (delicious tapas and flights!) on our second, and Fahrenheit on our third (ribs, ravioli, and amazing desserts!). The dinner at the Ritz-Carlton where the reception was held was equally impressive, but for some reason, that little piece of iceberg lettuce stands out in my mind. It was remarkable in its understated elegance, sitting on its plate with walnuts and shredded apples surrounding it on either side. So classic, just like the wedding itself.

We had a wonderful time! And, we wish K & B all the best as they embark on their journey to Greece and their life together!

Keep sweeping, Martha

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