We enjoyed a white New Year's Eve. Here's our lake, as we passed it on the way home from church.
We had a wild, wild night of celebration. The Chap made a fire. We poured some champagne....
...then we watched a DVD of The Fabulous Baker Boys and When Harry Met Sally on television (both have crucial New Year's Eve scenes), while Ruth slept on my lap.
Today I made the traditional custard from the recipe that has been in my family for longer than anybody can remember. We assume it crossed over with somebody from England, and so far as we know the most recent immigrant from that country swam ashore sometime in the 18th century. Since then, they've been Welsh or Irish.
But wherever it came from, it's definitely delicious and a treasured holiday treat.
Here's to a glorious, joyous, prosperous year for all!
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