I hope that Y’all came through the holiday season with blessings and all good things. I in my elf slippers and Mr. Cottage in his flannel, we snuggled in on Christmas eve for a day of just doing for us. Mr. Cottage and I have had a long tradition of cooking a special Christmas Eve …
I find eggs in unexpected places when the girls mischievously lay them outside their nesting box. Sometimes I put them in my pocket. Sometimes I forget that I put that egg in my pocket. Sometimes I get a drippy gooey surprise.
Snow is falling. I cooked a feast as though I was expecting an army. Mr. Cottage carved the turkey, we gathered our little family together, we gave thanks and ate until our bellies could hold no more.