I just had a delightful dinner with my folks and Max for my birthday. It was quiet and pleasant and delightfully intellectual in a way that only Max brings; a bit more down to earth than I tend to be when geeking.

We had barley and mushroom soup with borage in it, and bread made this afternoon, after rising all night in the refrigerator. Dad made a tomato and pepper and feta salad that was simply delicious.