Maybe because last week was full of so much “college readiness” song and dance (including confusion, debate, and of course, finally mandates at the faculty meeting as to exactly where teachers had to place the placard showing our own “educational journey”– in our room? by the door? outside the door?), and definitely because I just read this great interview with two of my friends I used to share poems with, I have been nostalgic for my time back in Annandale.  Since I don’t have any recipes involving large quantities of Carlo Rossi wine, I didn’t think this reminiscing would end up here. Then I woke up with a craving.  One favorite tradition a couple of us shared (and always required convincing the rare friend with a vehicle to drive us…