Last night, I made an enormous batch of deviled eggs, using eggs from our hens, of course. I stood at the kitchen counter, reading tweets from the laptop and peeling eggs. It was strangely relaxing.
Nora was stacking firewood with Ben. Eventually, she came in to join me. Instead of asking to help peel eggs (not one of her favorite tasks) she washed her hands for about thirty minutes, standing next to me on a kitchen chair at the sink.
The deviled eggs are delicious. Leaning towards too rich.
I also have a very special box of cookies and a loaf of fresh bread from the farmer’s market in the pantry.
My sister and her family are coming. My two nephews will be in my arms in a few hours.
My plan is to feed them delicious things and take them fabulous places. If I do this right, I will give them all the gout.