It's been months of ever increasing domination of our lives. Imagine for the director, his team, his family -- it's been at least a year.
The performances and the entire production were very successful, by all accounts, from all and sundry who would know.
We didn't get to bed until after 3 AM since there was the cast party after the show's prolonged post performance schmoozing with various and sundry.
And now Christmas is nearly here and I've not a lick of preparation for that production, not even my cards yet. This is what happens in a household that is involved with a performance of this kind. Additional problems for getting Christmas going is the first freeze of the year happened last night. It is dayemed cold out there -- and not so warm in here, for that matter.
However, I am thinking of food, following scent trails conjured up by seasonal memory-yearning of the moment: Definitely lamb something for Christmas Eve dinner, maybe a moussaka? Turkey on Christmas Day. On hand is lamb, though freshly ground, it's been in the freezer for a week already -- my only prep for Christmas so far was purchasing lamb. On hand also are a bottle of Veuve Clicquot, a bottle of Marques de Murrieta Rioja and a bottle of Lagar de Cervera -- gifts, which have been waiting for their moment, which hasn't been for months since el V was in 'training' for the production, and I also in support. Of course pesole for New Year's because what else? besides the traditional Haitian foods for our annual Haitian New Year's Eve get-together.