Neighbors become friends

Written last night:

Dear Friends,

Tonight was the condo crawl, and it’s midnight -- two hours past my regular bedtime. 
A crawl means  you crawl back home.
I did manage to stay upright — by drinking half of each drink and I skipped the liqueur, but I am feeling relaxed and happy. It was wine, sangria, and liqueurs. Also food — delicious homemade hummus (this couple is vegan), something (dates?) wrapped in bacon with an almond in the middle, my tomato jam and candied pecans with crackers and mellow blue and goat cheeses from Trader Joe’s, a variety of things on crackers, and pastries (brownies, lemon bars, little pies … ) from Freeport Bakery. Not exactly a balanced meal, but delicious. My neighbors are interesting and so are their homes — each a variation on the same floor plan, with touches so individual that you’d never think you were in a cookie-cutter place. (I love mine best.) 

Love,
k

Properly, the tomato jam recipe belongs here, but I promise it's coming -- got to hurry to the Saturday farmers market before it closes. (Got up 2 hours late today -- Saturday!)
k