Moving counterclockwise: Mom's mom front, a partial of Vikram behind, Mom 'n Master, Pete 'n Dasha. Dasha brought a delicious plate of appetizers of which I was able to sneak precisely
none. Zero. Zip. Nada. Even though it was on the lazy susan on the coffee table at head level. Our lazy susan was formerly a wooden lid on a wine cask used for aging at the
Justin Vineyard in Paso Robles, Ca. An earthquake changed everything; many barrels fell and crashed on the ground. So one of the inventive hands at the vineyard thought to salvage the lids, mount a turnstyle on the underside and sell them. A muted purple wine stain is still visible. Anyway, they're great at parties, and if you spin them fast enough appetizers attain orbital velocity and fly off onto the carpet. Newly keen to this physics, I now keep a watchful eye.
Mom prepared an oustanding feast for the consumption. Alton Brown's
sweet corn bread pudding was the unanimous favorite. And the Amish turkey - wow! - even after three hours in the oven produced almost no drippings! Mom made sure Lucy and I received generous helpings. Leftovers for us included the turkey's ass, which mom referred to as "the Pope's nose." Still trying to figure that one out. Anyone know?
It was a dandy holiday weekend. Four times - count 'em, four! - we went for hikes either to the farm or Bedford Reservation. Lately the temperature in northern Ohio has been around sixty. Lucy and I
found relief from the heat in the river. Never once do I recall an indian summer in Alaska. Once it turned cold it stayed cold. This usually occured in November, and it wasn't until April that an upright (see FAQ) could safely fetch the mail clothed only in his bathrobe without needing to be rushed to the hospital for an embarassing case of frostbite. If you know what I mean.
Expect blogging to be thin the next couple weeks. Master is wrapping up his class work for this semester, and with a major manuscript due plus the final exam access to the computer will be disappointingly limited.
Bye for now...