Spectacular
What a difference a day makes! Today was sunny, crystal clear and warm. No snow.
Things in the garden survived with no apparent damage. The basil seedlings in the greenhouse showed some stress but basil is basically unhappy below about 45°F. Yet, even it appears to have survived.
The day passed quickly and I know not why. Some garden work, some sundial work, lunch, an afternoon nap and ... Bang! ... the sun is beginning to set over the Peach Bottoms on a spectacular day.
Matteo called last evening to say he has four days free and he and (hopefully) Alia are coming for the weekend. That means housekeeping chores will get some attention before Friday.
Matteo also told me that he has been promoted to Chef at his restaurant in Asheville. Making Chef (Dishwasher -> "Hey, you!" -> Cook -> Sou Chef -> Chef) before age 30 at a good joint is, in my opinion, pretty impressive.
Now you might think having a chef as a son means lots of good eats. Nope. When a chef visits, the last thing he or she wants to do is cook. They want to be fed. Oh, they might jump in if you are about to totally batch something and will sometimes throw an unexpected ingredient into the pot, but that's about it. So, in addition to househusbandry duties during the week, I also be a sou chef of sorts for the weekend.
But that's OK so long as Alia comes along, especially if she brings some of her pastries for us to sample.
Things in the garden survived with no apparent damage. The basil seedlings in the greenhouse showed some stress but basil is basically unhappy below about 45°F. Yet, even it appears to have survived.
The day passed quickly and I know not why. Some garden work, some sundial work, lunch, an afternoon nap and ... Bang! ... the sun is beginning to set over the Peach Bottoms on a spectacular day.
Matteo called last evening to say he has four days free and he and (hopefully) Alia are coming for the weekend. That means housekeeping chores will get some attention before Friday.
Matteo also told me that he has been promoted to Chef at his restaurant in Asheville. Making Chef (Dishwasher -> "Hey, you!" -> Cook -> Sou Chef -> Chef) before age 30 at a good joint is, in my opinion, pretty impressive.
Now you might think having a chef as a son means lots of good eats. Nope. When a chef visits, the last thing he or she wants to do is cook. They want to be fed. Oh, they might jump in if you are about to totally batch something and will sometimes throw an unexpected ingredient into the pot, but that's about it. So, in addition to househusbandry duties during the week, I also be a sou chef of sorts for the weekend.
But that's OK so long as Alia comes along, especially if she brings some of her pastries for us to sample.
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