Last year, on December 21, I had planned a dinner party for neighbors and friends that I had to cancel at the last minute. Remember the flu from hell? Of course you do, I told you about it again and again since it lasted for close to six weeks. That time I sent the ducks and some of the hors d'oeuvres in baskets to the neighbors together with some wine. I was so terribly sorry.
This year, on the same date, it is not the flu but the weather that is between me and my luncheon. There is a terrible storm forecasted for the area with downpours and flooding. My son has already called and alerted me that he is not going to risk the life of his family for a luncheon in this weather. He can get pretty dramatic when it comes to his loved ones. I don't blame him, neither would I. We will know for sure in the morning but I have my misgivings.
The table has already been set and some things baked but a lot can be saved for another day. Thank heavens we live in an era were most everything can be frozen. My daughter and I have been thinking of inviting the next door neighbors if the weather is really bad. Wouldn't that be a hoot! Saturn must be in retrograde. I am only thinking of Madame Mere's fabulous Ile Flotante which I made this morning and serves 14. Just the thought of that temptation sitting in the refrigerator makes me seriously consider inviting the firemen of our little town whom I'm sure would appreciate a hearty meal. Just the thought of it makes my day.
Luckily I am having the same number of people for Christmas day so the table can remain as is. One less thing to worry about. At least there are no flowers to consider.
But, Mousie, thou art no thy lane [you aren't alone]
In proving foresight may be vain:
The best laid schemes o' mice an' men
Gang aft a-gley, [often go awry]
An' lea'e us nought but grief an' pain,
For promised joy.
All photos Lindaraxa