Yesterday I played a festive march as the postlude to remind people Jesus entered Jerusalem with cries of "Hosanna" on what is now known as Palm Sunday. The piece went smoothly. I bought it last year and learned it for Palm Sunday 2016, so I had to brush up on it, especially about eight measures I find tricky. But it worked. One person told me afterwards how it reminded her of Jesus' triumphal entry. Yes!
When Randy came home after lunch he had a large black trash bag. Curious. What could it be? Eggplants! Apparently quite a few remained from the lunch at church, and he was given four. So I decided to make Eggplant Parmigiana with two of them, using a bottle of tomato sauce we had received as a gift a couple of years ago. Randy and I had sat at the table talking and I lost track of time, so it took a while to start cooking. While the dish was still baking Randy asked if I was ready to go. What? Could it already be time to leave for his choir concert? Well, not quite, so we each had a small serving of the eggplant before we left. It was tasty. We'll see today how it re-heats.
The concert featured a mass by Haydn. The choir sang with enthusiasm and great expression. I enjoyed visiting with friends at the reception after the program.
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