sunday night
My house is full of the scent of roasting pork with fennel and carrots.
The arancini di riso are waiting...
Middle is sick. In his bed with 101.9. His head aches, but that is all.
Youngest is playing after a nap -
Oldest has had a pleasant encounter with a important dignitary.
K is sitting with a cookbook, putting together a menu for a dinner party. He's thinking of pumpkin soup, leek salad, individual shepherd pies and chocolate mousse.
I'm thinking he's right.
I attended a baby shower today and as much as I thought I would be all humbug-y, I actually enjoyed watching the mother-to-be open tiny things.
(my sister in law drove - look how beautifully her bag matches her skirt)
All things move apace and we launch into another week.
I'll keep Middle in tomorrow.
K is taking the week of the 27th off and I guess we are going to have to start thinking about Christmas.
Christmas, which would imply colder weather which seems no where to be found.
My friend C emailed from Tokyo to say that they are very concerned as their fall seems inordinately warm.
Look at these -
I am inspired every day by Le Vestaire de Jeanne - but that's a post for tomorrow.
The firewood has been stacked.
Now we wait.
The arancini di riso are waiting...
Middle is sick. In his bed with 101.9. His head aches, but that is all.
Youngest is playing after a nap -
Oldest has had a pleasant encounter with a important dignitary.
K is sitting with a cookbook, putting together a menu for a dinner party. He's thinking of pumpkin soup, leek salad, individual shepherd pies and chocolate mousse.
I'm thinking he's right.
I attended a baby shower today and as much as I thought I would be all humbug-y, I actually enjoyed watching the mother-to-be open tiny things.
(my sister in law drove - look how beautifully her bag matches her skirt)
All things move apace and we launch into another week.
I'll keep Middle in tomorrow.
K is taking the week of the 27th off and I guess we are going to have to start thinking about Christmas.
Christmas, which would imply colder weather which seems no where to be found.
My friend C emailed from Tokyo to say that they are very concerned as their fall seems inordinately warm.
Look at these -
I am inspired every day by Le Vestaire de Jeanne - but that's a post for tomorrow.
The firewood has been stacked.
Now we wait.
Comments
no dinner yet though so the pictures are making me hungry. unfair.
i love felted wool. Those boots are amazing.
and yours are too.
I hope Middle feels better. And that he was able to ingest some yummy pork.
Any menu that involves pumpkin soup and chocolate mousse is okay by me.
And I hate the x-acto boots. But you knew I would.
But the pork looks divine, even though I can't stand even the smell of fennel.
And the bag/skirt thing? Muy bien.
and i'm with kathyr: the thought of fennel makes me gag a little. but the pork looks delicious! we like pork roast around here.
Sorry Middle is ailing. I have two that are teetering on the wellness scale. We stayed IN today - not an easy thing to do.
OK, I seem to be the only one WILD about fennel here. That's fine.
For a moment I was shocked to see actual colours on the skirt, thought it was YOU...what a great ensemble, my kind of thing.
Weather seems to be wild all over the world then, we're still in our high 80s here, with even higher temps at times. Please, I want cold!
K's menu: invitante!
And our bizarre weather? Last Wednesday was the coldest November day ever, with snow on the hills and hail wind and rain everywhere else. And today was 36 degrees (which I think is 100 in old money. Bloody hot anyway). Proof of impending apocalypse, Shirley.
Oh ps. I just bought a pair of desert boots like those. Sans autumn leaves, sadly.
Whew, that was a long comment, what?
I'm a crunchy coated roast pork girl, myself, but your's looks delicious.
I cranked up the woodstove yesterday, it's the best kind of heat.z
hope middle is on the mend.
I will bring a Get Well Soon gift for Middle, and am looking forward to today's wine.
I will put a red rose in my lapel.
Hope Middle is well soon and doesn't pass it around.
Yum, Yum, and Yum to all.