|Barefoot in the kitchen, cheerfully slaving away over a hot stove|
|French bread fried in a thick batter with syrup, powdered sugar, and strawberries.|
How could it not be delicious?
It was sweeping and epic with many good changes from the stage show. I managed to hold back the tears up until Jean Valjean's death scene (father stuff always gets me, especially when there's a spiritual element. I practically sobbed at the end of Hercules). I would be embarrassed but there was a lot of sniffing going on all around us and Jason said he was a mess for most of the movie. It is Les Miserables, after all, and we are not altogether cold and heartless.
We came home to have some cheese, bread, and quiche before settling in for a long blogging session. We have the ingredients for a Christmas dinner (turkey, stuffing, cranberries, etc.), but it's also 10:00 PM, Jason's got an early flight, and I have a long drive. I'm sad to reach the end of Jason's visit, but the promise of seeing my family soon helps to lift my spirits.