It’s cold, rainy, and February. But with a fire in the fireplace, an amazing Indian lunch, and a handful of confetti, we brightened up this dismal day.
Jon and some of the kids went out to the Triangle Garden to gather some dampish wood. It lit… and smoked and hissed… but also blazed, and had the kids alternately staring entranced at its flames and running helter skelter calling out for hot cocoa. Lulu lolled, and Jack fanned the flames.
Mona and the cooks made the best Indian meal I’ve ever had, with curried chicken, dal, spiced rice, papadum, raita, two chutneys, and sauteed greens. Everyone went back for more, and then we noticed the cake—a fluffy almond cake infused with toasted, crushed cardamom seeds. With a dollop of tangy yogurt on the side, and a perfectly pulled esspresso, this dessert went down in history.
What an inspired culinary performance!
And despite the rain, Carnevale goes on. We’re saving most of our confetti for tomorrow, when the sun will shine, but I sprinkled a handful down from the window on Jack, for whom the simple pleasure of watching brightly colored snow fall is close to ecstasy.
The Roving Locavore 
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