Affogato, spilled

My bff R and I had some good laughs today and this will remind me.   We met at our favorite neighborhood Italian restaurant for lunch to celebrate our birthdays. (Mine long ago, hers this week)    We both arrived a tad early (I was first) and were shown a table — 15 minutes later we wondered where the other was when R finally spotted me. (it’s NOT that big, how we could have missed is pretty funny)  Good start for us oldies :-)  A good catch up…she has a brand new knee…a yummy fixed price restaurant lunch and we indulged ourselves with a finishing affogato.   (sound familiar ?—see here.).  Only I knocked mine over so this is a different view. :-)   (my husband wondered if we had been drinking… but no!) The extra is a windy portrait after lunch across the street by one of the giant holes in the ground in the neighborhood.    And I now have 76 cheese balls ready to bake in my freezer!   The perfect present!  Such a good longtime friend who LIKES to cook—I brought some photos from the 70s (hiking in the mud, backpacking on the beach)  that were also good for some laughs… (the other extra., us  with her daughter. )