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Apr. 8th, 2006 12:14 amI have eaten a great deal more cake than I am supposed to. And a big dinner. The big dinner is part of visiting Melbourne. The cake was an exception. Blame sisters. And brothers. Well, just one brother. The other brothers live in Queensland (beautiful one day, science-fictional the next).
Somehow myself and two sisters and a fair sampling of the next generation ended up round a table at afternoon teatime singing a slightly belated 'Happy Birthday' to Mum, and, after dinner, we finished the cake (with a slightly different array of siblings) and wished parents a happy sixteenth wedding anniversary. It confused the non-family present (Friday night dinner at Mum's often has a vast array of interesting souls - 14 in all tonight). The small children just took it as read that Mum and Les had been married 16 years and their children were way old.
Jen gave their mother a quick explanation.
"You're the Brady Bunch," she said.
"The Bradinsky Bunch," Jen and Jacob and I chorused.
The poor lady then realised I had been leading her astray by getting her to agree with me earlier that Jenny and Jacob look delightfully similar as brother and sister. They *do* look delightfully similar, but that is pure happenstance, since they are stepsiblings.
I made reparations later by drying every single dish that needed drying. We think tomorrow the place might be less of a public thoroughfare, which is good because Mum intends to do lots of visiting on her own behalf and I intend to make inroads into the books I borrowed using Mum's library card.
Because I know at least three of you would be interested, this was what we ate tonight (can't give you the wine list, though - all I remember of them is that the rose was appalling and one of the others was a merlot):
Challah
chicken soup with ginger
cream of pumpkin soup (parve - made with soy milk)
roast veal
roast beef
beef rissoles with onion and za'atar
green salad
roast potatoes
various steamed vegies
carrot and pineapple salad
flaming fruit salad
lots of cake
black tea
Leftovers: not much of anything except chicken soup. We will all regret it tomorrow....
Somehow myself and two sisters and a fair sampling of the next generation ended up round a table at afternoon teatime singing a slightly belated 'Happy Birthday' to Mum, and, after dinner, we finished the cake (with a slightly different array of siblings) and wished parents a happy sixteenth wedding anniversary. It confused the non-family present (Friday night dinner at Mum's often has a vast array of interesting souls - 14 in all tonight). The small children just took it as read that Mum and Les had been married 16 years and their children were way old.
Jen gave their mother a quick explanation.
"You're the Brady Bunch," she said.
"The Bradinsky Bunch," Jen and Jacob and I chorused.
The poor lady then realised I had been leading her astray by getting her to agree with me earlier that Jenny and Jacob look delightfully similar as brother and sister. They *do* look delightfully similar, but that is pure happenstance, since they are stepsiblings.
I made reparations later by drying every single dish that needed drying. We think tomorrow the place might be less of a public thoroughfare, which is good because Mum intends to do lots of visiting on her own behalf and I intend to make inroads into the books I borrowed using Mum's library card.
Because I know at least three of you would be interested, this was what we ate tonight (can't give you the wine list, though - all I remember of them is that the rose was appalling and one of the others was a merlot):
Challah
chicken soup with ginger
cream of pumpkin soup (parve - made with soy milk)
roast veal
roast beef
beef rissoles with onion and za'atar
green salad
roast potatoes
various steamed vegies
carrot and pineapple salad
flaming fruit salad
lots of cake
black tea
Leftovers: not much of anything except chicken soup. We will all regret it tomorrow....