Happy Easter
Kathleen’s Aunt Marcia peered into my kitchen a few years ago and said to me, “I don’t know how you cook all that in here.” My father-in-law still says the same thing.
Today, I said it myself. We had Julia Child’s mushroom soup; a Hollandaise course (salmon soufflé with steamed asparagus); roast leg of lamb, with Mrs Crumb’s “mint jelly” and a rice dish that might have been a risotto but, by the time I served it, was more of a soubise; and chocolatey desserts from Greenberg’s.
(Damn! I forgot to divvy up the chocolate chip cookies! )
I tried to defend my having gone to see College Road Trip — Fossil Darling called it (my having gone) a “disgrace” — by arguing that I have to compensate for “these snobby things” that “I have.” Megan almost burped. “‘These snobby things’? You make it sound as though they could be contained!”
We did have a lovely afternoon, and I am the luckiest father of the bride in the world. That’s to say that Megan is very lucky — at least as lucky as I was when I met Kathleen.