The day before I left for Rare Book School, I noticed how close my magnolia were to blooming, watching for a flower before my trip. A fruitless — or flower-less — watch. I was also possessed by the urge to make mayonnaise for the first time. Envision lots of reading of Julia Child, etc.
It’s not a substance I’m particularly fond of, but if you read recipes for Thousand Island dressing — another item not on my usual list of foodstuffs — that’s how it begins. The whole point of which was making dressing to accompany the steak salad I was having to finish some of the odds and ends in the fridge …
From there, it was off to Virginia. Lots of magnolia.
Lovely, every last one of them:
Then at home, blooms were waiting, too.