It rained so hard the car was hydroplaning on the way to Chilliwack. And coming home on back roads to avoid the jam of returning holidaymakers, we got lost in the dark and the rain.
No matter: my daughter's house was warm and bright, and full of happy people. That's what counts.
Carving the roast. And taking a photo of it on the cell phone. It will end up on Facebook. The old traditions live happily alongside the new.
The menu: Potato and leeks from the garden in a hearty soup. Roast leg of pork, served with tortillas, chilpotle sauce, Mexican beans and rice. Salad, also homegrown. A green bean and onion casserole, with cheese au gratin. Local wines. Dessert was assorted fruit pies, store-bought, with vanilla ice cream. And coffee, of course.
I didn't miss the turkey and cranberry sauce, at all.