Simmering Tunisian Eggplant Appetizer, smoky Sundried Tomato & White Bean dip and the aromas of a whole host of other goodies have been wafting through my bungalow for the past few days. That, and the smell of blood (hammered my thumb), sweat (it ain't easy hanging curtains), and tears (did I mention the thumb?) have filled this humble abode in preparation for a little shindig last night. Apparently it smells a lot better here, than in my NYC 'hood at the moment. I hope the stink is gone by the time I'm "wheels down" @ JFK tomorrow night. At least everyone's OK back East, noses crinkled. And my party didn't stink, either...
