A good chocolate cake.
Good evening from cold and blustery Vermont. The roads are treacherous, especially at the rotaries. I made it home from work, but Mrs. Potts didn’t like the ice and spun around a few times. I fear for anyone out tonight.
Are you all making your lists and checking them twice? We have several projects in the works right here in our living room. There’s a pile of Christmas letters to mail out to those people who don’t have email (I have to get stamps). Packages are arriving, and so far no one is peeking. I kind of miss that, actually, the kids peeking. I seem to be the only one left in the house who would consider such a thing. I used to do it all the time growing up. And I had this innate sense of knowing what a package was before I opened it. This turned out to be a bane to me and the gift givers, so at some time in high school, I turned that gene off and haven’t used it since.
I’ve been trying to get the girls to forgo our traditional hors d’oeuvres meal on Christmas Eve and instead try a full dinner–something new, like braised celery tips and carmelized chocolate gravy (I just made that up). They aren’t buying it. So I’ll write up the same menu–shrimp cocktail, brie and baguette, veggies and dip, sliced ham, crackers, guacamole, salami, smoked salmon, crackers…the usual. Perhaps they’ll budge a little on dessert, though I do love a good chocolate cake.
You know how much I was looking forward to meeting my two Montpelier friends for Advent? Well, Scout got pancreatitis and couldn’t be left alone, so I had to cancel. I did drive into town with Scout riding shotgun to deliver their gifts, but I only stayed to chat for a few minutes on their respective porches. Still, their hugs were pretty special.
Tim is making vegetarian lasagna from scratch, and Brussels sprouts marinated with balsamic vinegar; everything smells so good. I’m about to lose myself in a book until dinner, so I’ll say my good night and wish you the very best of weeks.
Check back next week for another segment of Finding Home.