Iron Chef Pear or What I Did On My Birthday

I’m in Chattanooga, Tennessee (the ‘nooga as us hep kids call it) at a combination writer’s retreat and birthday celebration (not mine, but our host’s, Mary Robinette Kowal.) It just so happens that her BD is one day (and fourteen years) after mine.

I was supposed to be the offeeeeeecial photgrapher for the following event but one of the Team Mary’s sous chefs came down sick and I was roped in.

Nobody really lost, especially all of us who got to eat it.

5 thoughts on “Iron Chef Pear or What I Did On My Birthday

  1. I must have been going to the wrong writers’ retreats…. No one has ever fed me that well and permitted me to write, too.

    ::glyph of envy::

    Also happy birthday to Stevie-Chuck and the Fabulous Mary.

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