The Power of Flake

Biscuits, pie crust and white beans with ham, movies, plays, and books …

April 20th was Ann’s and my eighth wedding anniversary. Easter. Ann said, “I’m not going back to Providence to cook for twenty people on our anniversary!” (We stayed home, in bed late with The Times, a matinee of “I Assume You’ve Heard of David Greenspan,” delightful, then dinner at The Old Homestead, a steakhouse at 9th and 14th St, which she hadn’t be…