Peter's nephew Peter calls Milla's pumpkin bread "A-loaf" for its vitamin content. I baked one of the huge african pumpkins and got ten cups of gorgeous pumpkin that I froze. Tonight is my last night as co-president of the American Women's Club of Niger and I am taking a cake-shaped A-loaf to the meeting. I made a lime-ginger glaze for the cake, but it didn't smile for the picture like this one did. I doubled the recipe, forgetting that the recipe already makes two, so I have a surfeit of pumpkin bread. I made two with the glaze, one with the last of my walnuts, some tiny cupcakes for kids snacks, and, my favorite: one with prunes. I'm going to be an excellent senior citizen.
We've been home three weeks. When I got off the plane, a notice read: "Mme. Bernardin, your bag, # la-la-la has not arrived." Air France said it was going to be put on the next plane. Three. Weeks. Ago. So they knew where it was then, what's the problem now? That bag holds the camera charger, among other things. I can't recharge my camera's batteries, so the laptop is my only camera, which explains the quality of my pictures lately. I blame Air France. I hope they read this.