Monday, April 2, 2012
The Miracle of Birthdays
The miracle of birthdays becomes clear when I look at old pictures of my daughter from long-ago trips to the beach and fast forward to her breakfast that she has whipped up for herself (with a little left over for her dad!). Linzer Torte Challah french toast never tasted so good.
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You are absolutely right, Mr. Bean, can you believe the little girl that we brought to the Montpelier Hunt Races is already walking and talking? Oddly, her first words were something about a cold beer in a proper pilsner glass...
Anon 7:17,
Walking, talking and still charming all around her I'm sure!
After hearing her first words, I'm sure you said something like "Sorry for the tears, I just hit my thumb with a hammer."
Hopefully we can re-visit the Royal later this year...I recall that beer being ice-cold.
Of course, you are always welcome North for some sporting clays and revelry.
Best wishes for a wonderful Easter.
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