After my complaining, Santa ought to have brought me coal instead of gorgeous jewellery and two books, one of which I have been wanting for a long while and the other looking really interesting. I had a serene and leisurely Christmas while the YD cooked, sliced, poked, diced and cleaned, most of the day, and the ED and family picked up, helped to clean up, stripped the turkey carcass, packed up and did all of the running around associated with Hosting the Feast. All I did was set the table, as pictured, and make the gravy (and I got help with that!). It was a real treat.
This is, of course, pre food, when the table cloth disappears under a multiple dish layer.
Note that the counters below are not only empty but clean! The bag contains the last of the detritus, on its way to storage in the basement freezer. The refrigerator contains enough leftovers to see us through a major weather event. There is also enough chocolate, from Belgium and locally sourced, to ruin any diet.
Thank you, wonderful daughters.
That’s nice. No cooks remain in our little family.
ReplyDeleteAll of mine cook, including the grandkid. 'From scratch, grandma,' she says, her aristocratic nose in the air.
DeleteHow wonderful to have such competent help! You table looks lovely!
ReplyDeleteThanks! And yes, it was. Truly wonderful.
DeleteOh, how wonderful! I knew the family would come through for you. And all those leftovers, especially chocolate--you'll be set for a cozy time.
ReplyDeleteShe left a whole box behind. Creme filled, too. I can see a whole new size in trousers in the near future.
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