Remember the old song, "When they've all gone home..."? It actually was a lovely afternoon and evening. Son and three kids made the croquembouche. Other years' may have been more perfect but this one was somehow less stressful. Practice, or kids growing up.
Oohs and aahs and pleases and thank yous and excuse mes. Never thought we'd get here en masse.
Standing roast, Yorkshire, roast carrots, plain baked yams, rolls. Lots of butter met its god.
Tomorrow they return after lunch to make a Baked Alaska. I'm not cooking another dinner. Maybe spaghettii.
Merry Christmas everyone.
