Happy New Year

A year is never an easy thing. Some we are more ready to be rid of than others, but each one has its highs and lows. We celebrate each passing year with the promise and the hope that the highs of the coming days will be higher than before and the lows not nearly so difficult. We stop and recognize where we've been and where we might be going. We remember, and we are grateful for what each year has taught us.

In that spirit, Pierre and I celebrated in our tiny apartment--just the two of us this year. It was quite a feast crammed onto the coffee table where we typically eat dinner. Homemade fondue with gluten-free bread, a king crab leg for each of us, olives, crudite, champagne, and sparkling water.

And for dessert, strawberries dipped in a chocolate-Cointreau sauce.

But more important that the food we ate was the company we shared with each other.