Hubster and I drove all day today, and we're finally at the home of Mrs. Gwen and Mr. Hugh, where we found a big pot of chicken-and-sausage gumbo waiting for us. And a head of cauliflower. (I love cauliflower. My mom made me cauliflower.)
We had a good trip. When it took us an hour to creep through Baton Rouge in the "rush" hour traffic, I was reminded of Baton Rouge traffic and glad I now live in rural North Carolina.
I read a most excellent book on the 12-hour drive. Cover to cover. Fascinating stuff.
Merry Christmas, all! (I'm sure I'll blog again before Christmas day, but I'm writing this just in case I don't ...)