I woke up to feather-like snow dropping heavily from the sky. Tom’s job is on holiday hiatus, so he doesn’t have a (business rental) car to dig out, and so we can just enjoy this for what it is: beauty.
We were upstate for Christmas, enjoying time with my mother and brother, extended family, and old friends. We celebrated two completed M.A.s (mine and my childhood best friend, Sarah’s) at Brown’s Brewing Company, one of our favorite places – both now and, for me, in college. Some things come full circle.
We amassed quite a collection of new books under the Christmas tree, and Tom gave me a wee camera, which I am very excited about. We love our dSLRs, but it’s hard to haul them around without purpose. This camera is so small that I can drop it in my pocket or bag. Exactly what I wanted.
I cooked Christmas Eve dinner for fifteen or so extended family: baked chicken meatballs, pork shoulder in the crockpot, balsamic braised brussels sprouts, spiced carrots, creamy mushrooms, stuffed onions, and vanilla roasted pears.
And it’s a good thing, because I also went to the doctor, and due to some inexplicably high blood pressure and family medical history, he’s put me on a restrictive diet (no dairy, no gluten, very precise proportions, etc.) for a few months. I spent a lot of time the day after Christmas working out things that I can eat now, in the proportions I can eat them. So, I was grateful to have such tasty food over Christmas.
We came home on Sunday night; made dinner for the Poleys, who are visiting the East Coast from Nebraska for the first time in a long while, on Monday (catfish, sauteed onions and kale, sauteed mushrooms, roasted baby potatoes); and saw Tom’s father on Tuesday. Yesterday we spent mostly working, but the rest of the week promises to be full of delights: movies, games, good company with people we haven’t seen in a while, long conversations over good food, museums, rest.