It’s “Allergies II.” I thought the spring allergy season was over, guys.

My DH, bless his heart, has been sweeping and mopping floors this weekend. I have been sneezing and blowing my nose this weekend, ever since I worked in the garden yesterday, that is.

I went to one of my favorite places, Edward McKays, where I saw a hardback copy of the revised Moosewood Cookbook. My old copy is tattered and saturated with food stains (in other words, adored), so I pulled it out to see how much it has been revised. Written on the top pages, side, and bottom were the letters BEK. I almost passed out. Seriously. I had to sit down for a while.

Now I realize that this book could have belonged to say, Bernice Elizabeth Knight or Bradley Edward Katz. Or it could have belonged to anyone with the last name of Bek. But my friend Ryan was a vegetarian and loved to cook. It was not his apartment that burned. So conceivably, his family could have packed up his things for a few years and sold some of them after time healed them enough to deal with it.

I will never know if this was Ryan’s book. But I’d like to think that it is, so I bought it.