Sunday dinner tradition is alive and well! Seven friends came over, all of whom have at one point lived in this apartment, too. I fashioned a rather rich rigatoni with gorzonzola and toasted walnuts, improvised the salad below, and managed two simple Chinese dishes (one was dumplings I bought in Chinatown). But I was happily upstaged by ex-flatmate V's cheesy flan at the end, and the cheese extravaganza at left, brought by my first flatmates here, to start.
