Always alert to culinary possibility in unlikely places, the dog shimmied under the bed in the starfish position and emerged triumphant wearing a halo of dust-balls and a gumdrop impaled on a fang.
I’m hyper aware of the date because of Christmas, a column deadline, and being stuck in a war zone for another two days.
Let me explain. I’m house-sitting this week for some dear friends who offered me the expansiveness of a much larger living space and sea views in exchange for watering the garden and feeding (and loving) the household cat. This sounded so wonderful that I lept at the idea without properly thinking it through.