You know what it's like when a Sunday starts out quiet and rainy. And the only things on the schedule are meeting friends for brunch and picking up some groceries. Oh, and a dog walk.
Then the sun comes out and brunch becomes lunch at your house but you still don't have any food?
A quick trip to The German Gourmet to grab sausages and bread and some truffled pate ( 2 guests are European , after all) and the bakery to buy pastries (that European thing again). Then the grill is smoking and a 3 year old is running through the house speaking English, Swedish and apparently Mandarin Chinese, Both dogs are in attendance, one with a "dog hat" according to the 3 year old. Swilling of much wine and water, pate is pronounced excellent, 6 grain german bread delicious, and I don't quite remember what I did with the pound of cooked undressed pasta delivered to my door by Tini, but it was eaten also.
Then they were off to Brooklyn.
And we went grocery shopping. And it started to rain again. ... If it weren't for the dirty dishes and faint sprinkling of freckles on our faces, I would think I had dreamt it all.
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