A gift from Claui's folks, the amaryllis is on the verge of bloom-maybe a symbol of the coming year? As the cold spell continues, it's a pleasure to watch something green and growing.
Our Christmas was a bit muted as Ethan and Aileen stayed in Atlanta because we were afraid we might lose water/power. (As it turned out, we didn't.)
Josie had already opened presents on Christmas Eve and Christmas morning --but she was indefatigable, playing the role of the elf who handed out presents. And of course there were more for her. As the day wore on, she became a bit overwhelmed and abandoned her new stuff for the familiarity of the Castle People.
We began what may be a new tradition for Christmas dinner-- jambalaya! It was delicious and festive and gorgeous--I'll make it again next month when Ethan and Aileen come up for their delayed Christmas and this time, I'll take pictures.
I also made a pecan pie, amped up by the inclusion of chocolate and rum--a definite keeper.
Getting in touch with my inner New Orleans self? (Note: My only experience of New Orleans was a half an hour in 1959 when the bus I was riding to Mexico for summer school, stopped in NOLA at daybreak and some of my friends and I RAN to the French Quarter just to say we'd been there.)
