Sunday, September 18 I went to the grocery store and made a late lunch out of Ma-Po Tofu with Tomatoes, from The Food Matters Cookbook:
We were not impressed, so I was quite surprised when my leftovers the next day had vastly improved over the initial lunch. I guess the rice soaked up the liquid?
We went up to Bohemian Coffee House to finish reading our climate paper. We tried to go to Club Charles for dinner, but apparently it doesn't open until six, so we went to Soup's On Baltimore instead and then saw Everyman Theatre's production of A Raisin in the Sun.
I'd read A Raisin in the Sun for seventh-grade English. Mostly I remember Bennie being the only sympathetic character, and I didn't remember Asagai or George at all.
This time, I found Mama much more sympathetic (my very favorite line from the play is one I have no recollection of from reading it 14 years ago: "Well, good night, George"), and I even found Walter Lee a little sympathetic, which can only be testament to a fine cast and director.