![]() ![]() Lunch had been fast and furious, most of us standing around the kitchen island improvising new ways to enjoy Turkey Day leftovers from, plates heaping with remaining servings from an eggy and cheesy breakfast quiche still in a large iron skillet. ![]() The lolling rays invited digestion and a respite of reflection - though seemingly at odds - complemented like a second course the earlier buzz and bustle of many of us in the kitchen after a competitive family game of spades, a card game Collin and Robert have recently gotten into and are beginning to master. The fire whispered as the sun streamed in and bathed the beamed room in delicious light. Much of the last week, it seemed our little Toomey world revolved around a golden-basted turkey sun. ![]()
0 Comments
Leave a Reply. |
AuthorWrite something about yourself. No need to be fancy, just an overview. ArchivesCategories |