We had a lovely quiet and sweet Christmas Eve- as only two Jews deserve. I cooked a lot- which I love, and took pictures of food- which I love even more. Bryan gave me the greatest gift the next morning: a souped-up camera to now turn my hobby into full-blown below-average-talented obsession. Christmas night we went to dinner with Ian, and wore paper crowns like good English folk. Bryan’s mom came here on Boxing Day and besides hanging out with my boyfriend Chris Martin, we ice skated, shopped, walked, went to the theatre and ate. And shopped.
A bittersweet holiday season as my dad and stepmom’s beloved Shadow was put to sleep yesterday morning. Wise men write better than I about the magic of dogs. But then, you know exactly what they would say: