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Pumpkin of Leave
Nov. 23rd, 2018 12:22 amWhat a day. Is there anything more enjoyable than the sound of people you love laughing together? We started cooking in shifts. First up, the Sparrowhawk put the Brussels sprouts he had cut up and marinated into the oven, while I was cooking sweet potatoes to mash for sweet potato rolls. The Diva arrived carrying half her kitchen, including the piecrusts she had whipped up in her food processor at home. When the sprouts came out, the rolls had risen and were ready to go in. When they came out, light and golden (I was very pleased with them), the Diva had a pumpkin pie and a cherry pie with gluten free crust ready to go in. And by the time the pies were out, Tron had two dishes of corn casserole (one gluten free) ready to go in, along with the ham. Kansas was cooking the turkey at home. The Nipper boiled the potatoes and put them in the crock pot to keep warm.
People had been coming and going to walk on the beach all morning. Today it was sunny, but colder, with the wind chill factor around 46. Nevertheless, in the early afternoon came the time for the ritual plunge. The Nipper and I were the only ones who wanted to go in. We dove into the foaming waves and came up gasping. In my case, literally. We frolicked about for a few minutes, but by the time I dived through three or four breaking waves, my lungs were frozen with shock and I felt I was not getting any air. It seemed like a good idea to get out at that point. It was well worth it, though. The Nipper was exuberant and I felt as if I'd just had some kind of a spa treatment. My skin was tingling.
Back inside, the Nipper mashed the potatoes, I prepared the green beans for cooking and the Diva finished them and made gravy. Kansas arrived bearing the turkey and a bonus beef roast. Angelbaby made salad. The Philosopher had been to the airport to pick up his Lovely Friend, who joined us for dinner and was a good sport about being thrown into the deep end with his entire family. Dinner was great, and with surprisingly few leftovers. The evening wore on with more trips to the beach, working on beach house puzzles with pieces missing, reading, talking, a lot of laughter, and finally a series of games of Texas Hold 'Em with shell fragments for money.
It was a fine day, and I wish everyone equal happiness in whatever way you find it.
People had been coming and going to walk on the beach all morning. Today it was sunny, but colder, with the wind chill factor around 46. Nevertheless, in the early afternoon came the time for the ritual plunge. The Nipper and I were the only ones who wanted to go in. We dove into the foaming waves and came up gasping. In my case, literally. We frolicked about for a few minutes, but by the time I dived through three or four breaking waves, my lungs were frozen with shock and I felt I was not getting any air. It seemed like a good idea to get out at that point. It was well worth it, though. The Nipper was exuberant and I felt as if I'd just had some kind of a spa treatment. My skin was tingling.
Back inside, the Nipper mashed the potatoes, I prepared the green beans for cooking and the Diva finished them and made gravy. Kansas arrived bearing the turkey and a bonus beef roast. Angelbaby made salad. The Philosopher had been to the airport to pick up his Lovely Friend, who joined us for dinner and was a good sport about being thrown into the deep end with his entire family. Dinner was great, and with surprisingly few leftovers. The evening wore on with more trips to the beach, working on beach house puzzles with pieces missing, reading, talking, a lot of laughter, and finally a series of games of Texas Hold 'Em with shell fragments for money.
It was a fine day, and I wish everyone equal happiness in whatever way you find it.
