Mark and I had a splendid time last night! Thanks again, Bruce, for inviting us. Everything was very yummilicous. Everyone commented on how the spaghetti sauce had a sweetness to it, but Bruce wouldn't tell us what the secret ingredient was. The tuna pasta salad definitely lived up to its reputation. I had three helpings and I ate and ate, and just when I thought I could eat no more (because I might throw up on the ground), I ate some peanut brittle. Mark had a couple helpings too, which was truly eventful because he's allergic to mayonaise. But this is special magic tuna pasta salad because Mark didn't have an allergic reaction to it. I'm embarrased to say that as an old Jew I didn't recognize the noodle kugel, but it was delicious even though I didn't know what to call it.
The conversation was fascinating - loved hearing old stories about Gloria Swanson and Elaine Stritch. We also learned that Bruce could make a small child laugh hysterically just by repeating "Mummy" in a British accent over and over again. But I was horrified to learn that Bruce has never seen the classic 1947 film, "The Ghost and Mrs. Muir." And I thought Bruce had seen every movie known to man. Now I am not a big fan of old black and white movies at all, but I absolutely love this film. It's delightful and charming, and Bruce, you must see it!