We made a few dozen gingerbread cookies today—cardamom instead of cloves, and frosted with Grand Marnier. Grown-up gingerbread.
There is nothing like having a toddler in the house at Christmas time. Logan's mother and her sister were here to decorate the tree last week, and by the time morning rolled around, Logan had forgotten about it. I heard him run into the living room and crow at the top of his lungs, "POPPY! WE HAVE A CWISSMAS TWEE! IT'S A BIG, BEU-FULL CWISSMAS TWEEEEE!"
I'm sure you know that Menu for Hope III raised nearly $60K for the United Nations World Food Programme—my offer of the French Laundry Cookbook netted a nice number of bids (or whatever you call the requests for a raffle prize), and I'm grateful for all of that. Our West Coast leader, Sam Breach, absolutely outdid herself with her above-and-beyond-the-call-of-duty posts.
In the Awards department, the map I created for Chefs and Restaurants won the "Best Activist Map" over at the way-cool Platial site. (Thanks, gang—for all the great things you've done with your company, and for supporting what I do.) I really like Platial—any other map geeks out there?
THOUGHT FOR THE DAY: “Eventually, all holidays will become one. America
will have one big day where a black Abraham Lincoln dressed in a Santa
suit will carry a flag door to door begging Easter eggs from people who
throw firecrackers at him while eating pumpkin pie and singing Columbus
carols.” — Robert Kirby
Well, not if the owners of this house in Santa Cruz have anything to say about it. (It's over by the Boardwalk, overlooking the San Lorenzo River.
Thanks for visiting.