And this afternoon was my father's birthday observed, canceled last night after my niece began to cough her face off and then reactivated this morning when she had stopped coughing at all. We made him a Pesach-compliant Queen Mother's Cake, known more traditionally in our household as a brick of chocolate. My mother had bought little white chocolate sheep from Burdick's. I made a meadow of green icing to graze them on. Of course I took pictures.
( You were only waiting for the world to catch you up at all. )
I came home in the evening and made dinner with![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
spatch of which I took no pictures, but it was mushroom ravioli with sage and basil alfredo sauce, much to the interest of Autolycus. I am exhausted, but celebrations are important, especially in times of hardship and chaos. Being seventy, my father is now insisting on being referred to as Agent Double-X-35. His birth year was full of flying saucers.
( You were only waiting for the world to catch you up at all. )
I came home in the evening and made dinner with
spatch of which I took no pictures, but it was mushroom ravioli with sage and basil alfredo sauce, much to the interest of Autolycus. I am exhausted, but celebrations are important, especially in times of hardship and chaos. Being seventy, my father is now insisting on being referred to as Agent Double-X-35. His birth year was full of flying saucers.
