Mom came over for dinner tonight — first time we’ve seen her since the omicron peak.
Holiday status: finished cooking daube Provençal for Christmas dinner; went to the grocery store for the trip after the final trip before Christmas; took a home covid test. (Still to do: baking blueberry scones and kouign amann; wrapping gifts.)
Made chicken pot pie for a Thanksgiving main course for us and Mom. We’re exchanging side dishes with her and Greg and Jocelyn early this afternoon for our separate meals.
(Seems like just last year that I wished for no huge turkey dinner on that old monkey paw!)
Last night’s kitchen victory was a month and a half of planning meals in advance.
Just got the grocery delivery, and apparently we’re hoarding unsalted butter. Note this for when you find our obese corpses after the apocalypse.
Brunch with Mom and the family, then walked to Gas Works.