My Christmas dinner party went so well. The Beef Wellington could not possibly have been any better (not even crumbs remained) - the most beautiful tenderloin I’ve ever seen, and perfectly medium rare; mushrooms with sherry and a stunning black peppercorn-laden pate; the perfect madeira sauce, just tangy enough without being overpowering. And the Trifle was lovely and yummy. Strawberries, raspberries, kiwi, and mandarin oranges, and even the custard came out smooth. Two gorgeous Christmas flower arrangements from my parents. The company, as usual, was the highlight, though, even with such wonderful food. The five of us, laughing, talking, and drinking wine until three in the morning, just like old times, like I had never left. A roaring fire and Ella to keep us warm, and each other for entertainment. It makes me wish to be here much more often. I love to cook, and they love my cooking (what more incentive do I need?), and I would love to do this more often. They are all so smart and beautiful and fun. Such a wonderful group of friends.
I’m so happy to be home! I was homesick. I knew this, but had no idea of the degree. Now, curled up in bed with warm blankets, watching the icy world outside, I can see how lost I was. No, I realized it, sitting in my living room a few hours ago, snuggled in a big chair by the Christmas tree and the fire. It is five below outside, roughly negative forty with the wind chill - a hundred and ten degrees difference difference between opposite sides of this window. Out there, the steam from your breath freezes in the air, and hangs suspended around you, until a breeze takes it away. A foot or two of snow lies on my garden. Cozy here in my home, much missed, I begin to see how much I needed it, but denied the fact. It is just that, my home. My sanctuary. This big stone beauty protects me from the world, and I love her madly. I have never forgotten the love, but misjudged the depth.
This place is nuts! It can be pouring rain, with 18 inch visibility, and they drive like sociopaths, slipping and sliding, and honking at you for going under 70 mph. But let there be a little snow. Half an inch? Too much. The whole city shuts down. Traffic slows to a crawl. Not even a crawl. A parking lot. All the schools are closed. The office is empty. What a nuthouse.
Hooray! They found a living coelocanth off the coast of South Africa!
Can you believe it’s December? This year went so fast. But I love the holidays. My house looks so beautiful. I decorated on Black Friday Weekend. I got a real tree to make sure my new house feels completely spoiled. And 500 white lights, and the five zillion ornaments I’ve collected over the years. Except the ones that are behind too many boxes in the basement… And evergreen garlands and wire ribbon bows. She looks gorgeous. Plus I finished hanging up pictures that were sitting around, and some other accessories. My bizarre personality really shows now. I’m so happy. :o)