Big Dinners

I love it when all my boys come for dinner. They did so last evening as did Mr. Needle's father. I made wild game cutlets

and family traditional fixings. I'm not much of a cook. The stories about my day to day cooking adventures are legion in

the family lore, but these big meals I seem to do just fine I suppose it is the attention I pay when I know there is a big

crowd coming.

Food is only part of it. The best part of an evening like this is telling silly stories, the stories that are uniquely ours.

We ate good food last night. We told our stories. We laughed.

It was wonderful.