Don’t Steal my Dessert Please

The weather has changed in New York. Cloudy and rainy days are here after the great summery warmth of a few days ago. There’s nothing anyone can do about it, but put on a sweater and go with the flow. Ok, so I don’t go with the flow so easily. I could almost be wearing my winter coat now.

Winter weather makes me want to stay indoors. That said, I could be doing plenty, but am I? No. Visiting with Mr. Resistance again and it ain’t fun I’ll tell you that. Distractions abound. Luckily Gorgeous told us they were going to be at the last Greek festival of the season and if we felt like it we could meet up. We did.

It just happened that Sunday turned out to be a beautiful warm day and the evening was just as comfortable. The festival was busy with people, food, music and vendor shopping. Gorgeous showed me a bracelet she liked which I had similar beads at home. The next day I whipped it up for her, as you can see in the top photo. 

Towards the end of the evening we decided to treat ourselves to some Greek pastries and frappes. Small balls of dough drenched in a honey syrup called “loukoumades” is a treat because most people don’t make these at home. We found a spot to park our dessert and we all enjoyed our treat and each other’s company.

Gorgeous turned to spear a honey puff and remarked that they were almost gone. Did we really eat all of those puffs so quickly? Do you see that little lady sitting across from our tray of loukoumades? She had a fork in her hand and so did her friend. Did she sneak in on our pastry and steal a couple or what? 

None of us caught her in the act, but doesn’t she look guilty? I mean, really? Well, we all started laughing. I remembered my camera and took a snap. I just had to do it which made us laugh more. Nothing like a good laugh on a summery night to hold off the winter blues.