We had guests over. It’s a couple I’ve known since my college years, and they’d ended up within a two-hour drive from us. Their visit means a whole-day cooking extravaganza for me and cleaning for DH, even though we tried to take it easy this time. The couple and their kids had just spent a lot of time back in Old Country, and we got together so they’d share their impressions. It was fun and a bit surreal.
Lots of Old Country food was prepared and consumed. No alcohol, though—our guests don’t drink, so it’s not much fun for DH and me to do it alone, especially since, owing to our ever more advanced age, alcohol bothers us—red wine gives me headaches and all alcohol bother’s DH’s GI tract. We are such party animals.