The Chef and I are preparing to leave our home for the Christmas festivities. On the table, ready to be packed: smoked paprika; truffle oil; Maldon sea salt; golden balsamic vinegar. There are ginger cookies, rolled sugar cookies, chocolate blocks, the Chef’s mom’s Christmas cookies, fudge, and sugared pecans. Waiting to be cooked, an enormous pork loin for tonight, a prime rib so large that I could use it as a battering ram. The Kitchen-Aid is going too, since I’m making rosemary bread for dinner. And of course, there are presents and gift tags and the camera.
We are kercited. It is our first Christmas together.
With the holiday, and the impending deadline of my book, we may not be here for awhile. So we would both — the Chef and the Writer — like to take this chance to say,
peace to you all.
Remember, as John says, war is over, if we want it.
Thank you for your presence in our lives. Happy Christmas, everyone.