Wednesday 29 April 2009
Reunited and it feels so good...
Barbara drove south like a bat out of Canada, and arrived home just in time for dinner - or maybe it's just that Holt was waiting dinner for whenever she arrived. A celebratory bottle of champagne (okay, Spanish cava, but a nice one) as we prepared the meal. Holt had slain the fatted calf - or had the butcher do it - and threw an enormous Porterhouse steak on the grill. A special bottle of St. Emilion. With it, we had a grand salad of fresh-picked garden radicchio and romaine. Ooh, it's good to be home.
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