My dining companions (below)—Bill, Pica, Numenius and Susan (not in the picture):
A better picture of Pica and Numenius:
And yours truly, forking in turkey stuffing:
After dinner, Bill and Susan and I gathered 'round my bottle of Bailey's (still drinkable even though probably 7 years old—maybe it's like brandy), opened a few presents and chatted about this and that, simply enjoying one another's company.Come Christmas morn, I wallowed in bed staying warm and toasty, then up for a breakfast of French toast with bananas, yogurt and maple syrup accompanied by good strong French roast coffee. Around noon, broke out of the house and went for a Christmas walk in the Arboretum, which seemed to be an idea that had occurred to a number of others—couples, families, folks walking their dogs. Weather had warmed up and the sun was out; still a bit chilly but fine for walking. I stopped to sit for a bit on one of the benches in the native California section, one of my favorite spots.
I was surprised to find this California poppy blooming along the path. It's December, fercryinoutloud!
Fall/winter still in evidence, though . . .
My return route took me up to Voorhies Hall and through its lovely (and largely ignored, it seems) courtyard, planted with roses surrounded a burbling fountain. Another favorite place.
Then it was off to Danville with Susan to her sister Jane's house for Christmas dinner.
Susan and Jane attack the cooking.
This Brussels sprouts-cauliflower concoction tasted even better than it looks.
The festive meal:Pork roast, dried cherry relish, brussels sprouts-cauliflower dish, mashed potatoes, applesauce
I came home with leftovers. Perhaps tomorrow, I shall fast. Or not.
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