I don't believe I can fit one more tiny morsel of food into my body.
Perhaps a sliver of toast? I can try but it seems hopeless. It all began at Tini and Nirmal's house on Christmas Eve.
There was a Spanish fisherman's stew served over rice with a beautiful salad full of baby greens, toasted pecans, thin slices of apples and creamy goat cheese.
There may have been plates full of smoked salmon and a runny brie napped with a cranberry chutney and pistachios, that came before or I might be dreaming. And perhaps a large platter of cookies and a bowl of clementines to finish.
Christmas dinner was at our house. We served a beef tenderloin with a horseradish creme sauce with a touch of orange zest, a very big bowl of olive oil smashed potatoes with roast garlic and rosemary from our garden and snappy green beans with a shower of fresh dill.
We finished with a pear frangipani pear tart and very strong coffee. If I say the meal was consumed in reverent silence I would not be exaggerating.
At the end of the evening GG and I drove a friend back into the city and then took a slow ride along the National Mall, past the museums whose streetlamps were hung with boxwood kissing balls on up to the Capitol with the brightly tree lit in the foreground.. We had the city to ourselves. It was a magical mystery tour.
Speaking of magic does anyone have any down home recipes for bringing on labor? A soup, a secret salad dressing, a tea blend?
Tonight I'll be serving chicken paprikash with egg noodles. Betting on the properties of paprika. But we have a mother to be who is 2 days overdue and getting a leetle bit impatient.
We missed welcoming a Christmas baby and the mother would prefer not to have a little auld lang syne so if you have a suggestion, send it ASAP!