Brunch with Granny was delightful, and we even managed to suck up the fact that the heat wasn’t working in the restaurant, keeping our coats on while we ate eggs bennie and other breakfast comestibles and chocolate apricot ganache for dessert. All of her descendents, less Jeff, were present; he will go after Christmas. Much thanks to Garry and Loki for subsidizing the event.
I also got to meet the new granddog, Charlie; my cousin Greg has acquired a pug. There was a picture of Charlie in a Christmas outfit, which given that Charlie is less than six months old is pretty funny.
The smell of sausage stuffing cooking is filling the whole house, borne on the aromatics of browning onions….
I took one biscotti loaf to Victoria to cook once we arrived; again, a Christmas message carried via the brain by the nose, as the gorgeous smell of baking fills the house.
Watched the intro to a new game, Borderlands, last night, and enjoyed it thoroughly.
Margot’s introduction to the grandprimates was a success. However she only ate two teaspoons of food and drank maybe four tablespoons of water while she was there, so she was pretty upset. She also figured out who the boss primate in that household was PDQ and thus serenaded pappa for about half an hour at dawn yesterday from the other side of the bedroom door. She was lucky she didn’t get punted down the stairs. She was certainly more vocal than I’ve seen her in quite a while. She was an angel on the trip home and when I put her in the driveway trotted straight to the stairs to be let in. The boys ignored her absence and pretty much ignored her arrival. She went straight to her water dish and tanked up.
I have to get back to encouraging ingredients into the shape of a meal. Everybody play safe and don’t slip on those frost covered steps.
