Dinner at Julie's.
Holt's dad has left. Holt's sister, husband, and the five niecelets and nephlets arrived for breakfast on a flying pass through. Just as well we're invited over to dinner at Julie's.
A nasty cold night calls for a nice friend and a soothing stew. We start with a herbed boursin and addictive shrimp. The classic cocktail sauce cannot be improved upon. Then a deep, rich, soulful stoo. And as a special treat, asparagus. Good idea that: tilting the planet, so we have seasons, and the opposite seasons in the southern hemisphere.
We praise in odes
The Antipodes!
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