Angelata waxes nostalgic about a peanut she once knew.

In our seventeenth year, when we were in our last year at Heart Town High School, we went out to dinner with a bright young lawyer who claimed that his ambition in life was to run an opera company. He had already loaned us a beautiful handcover copy of the works of George Sand and taped for us the complete works of Stravinsky.

It was a gorgeous winter evening the night he took us to a restuarant in Heart-town, the softly lit, exotic "Satay Ma" on Cleveland Avenue just up from Dugong Sound. The young man's name I can't recall but I do remember the peanut sauce.