Reading in a browser? Click to get this in your inbox every week! Hi there, so the other day I was at Cookbook in Echo Park (my favorite stomping ground these days) and they were selling roses that didn't look like ordinary grocery store roses, they had a little something extra about them; a certain authenticity. Normally I wouldn't just buy roses to buy roses, but what's that expression? Something about stopping and smelling them? So I decided to splurge on a bouquet and I brought them home and not only are they still alive in a little mason jar on my dining room table, they're really livening up the place. Craig, who's not necessarily a flower person, commented the other day (unprompted) that he liked having flowers in the house. And it sure added some pizazz to the dinner table when we had friends over for dinner the other night.