That's Amy, Rachel's sister reading to Bridget's kids.
Robin and her friends and Kinsley and her friends.
Bridget's kids.
Rachel's having a conversation with Kinsley.
Some cheesecake.
More cheesecake. That looks like Julie hiding her face in the background.
We're old folks. We don't do much. Christmas was walking the dog, taking a nap, getting up and watching basketball on TV. That was pretty much it. Joan did try a new recipe, ground turkey and sweet potato hash. It was actually pretty good.
However, it apparently was a pretty cool day for Kinsley. Two and a half and suddenly she's talking on and on. Apparently, her Christmas started out in Pacifica and moved across the Golden Gate Bridge to Great Grandma Jan's house. And Bridget was down from Seattle with her two little girls. It looked like a lot of fun. You could see in one or two pictures of the pictures that there were adults sitting back with glasses of wine in their hands. Okay, here goes.
If you drive east from Santa Cruz on the California coast you run into garlic country, and Gilroy is the capital of garlic country. Every year they have the Gilroy Garlic Festival where you can have all sorts of wonderful foods with garlic in them. In my close to forty years living in the Bay Area I never got down to the festival and I dont necessarily regret it.
The one thing that has fascinated me is the garlic ice cream. It sounds awful, and maybe it is, but it sounds interesting. There's an ice cream store downtown, Salt And Straw, that does all sorts of interesting flavors, but I'm not sure if they ever have done garlic.
Slow day up here in Portland, but things are still burning in Northern California. Lindsay and a lot of other first responders are being sent from up here in Oregon down to the fires to help with the sick and wounded.
