Saturday, November 27, 2010

Birthdays are like a sack of olives...


Some years are black and some are green, but they all get mushed into oil in the end.

This one began with some flaming, liquor-filled Mexican wrestling heads

And some other lovelies

Then down to Tuscany for actual picking

To make lots of this:

With some energetic helpers


One of whom was also having a birthday

And so there was lots of cooking


Festive cooking
Also, tasteful cards from across the sea.


Not a bad way to age.