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And that was only half the story...

From start to finish, yesterday was an exercise in indulgence, when we attended not one but two parties to celebrate the season.

Gosh, I love the Holidays.  And the parties that celebrate the coming of the holidays, a month or two out.  

In Canada, the Holidays start some time mid-December.  The Holiday parties, the shopping, the baking, the decorating....  and the eating.  

But in the U.S., the Holiday gatherings start to get under-way some time pre-Thanksgiving.  As more Americans travel to visit family during Thanksgiving than any other holiday, the parties start earlier to preempt the hustle and bustle of packing, traveling, cooking turkeys and of course Black Friday shopping. And between Thanksgiving and New Years, Americans just reside in Holiday mode.  

The Holidays make me quite emotional.

I nearly cried in joy when I saw our Starbucks and Peet's hang up their spiced coffee drink posters on their doors just last week and found all the Los Altos trees adorned with Christmas lights.

And if it weren't considered tacky, I would have given a standing ovation to the delicious sweet potato filo tartlets that Paola served us last night at her sans kids wine, cheese and desert party.  

And not only had I fallen in love earlier in the day with the world's most beautiful and most delicious bundt cake.




A mere few hours later, I found myself a two timer, face to face with a new love in my life:  a Scharffen Beger That Chocolate Cake! cake,  made by the talented duo Maria and Dominic.  They had even made a red wine reduction sauce that they poured on top of that luscious thing...




I may have blacked out after that experience.

Until my girl called out from her room at 5:30 this morning: "Mommy, daddy, come, lets play".    

Which didn't hurt so much, until we realized that the clocks were pulled back last night....  OUCH!
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  1. AnonymousNovember 7, 2010 at 7:23 PM

    I love this time of year as well. Love, Love, Love That cake. Thank you Maria & Dominic. Here is to more parties and delicious food. P-

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  2. Urban GirlNovember 7, 2010 at 7:34 PM

    Cheers to that! And thank you for a fun night...

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