I went to work to discover Erik had brought in a bunch of piroshki for everyone. "I made about a hundred of these last night. Want one?" They had beef, cream cheese and mushroom filling stuffed inside premade biscuit dough. I ate two, one for breakfast and one for afternoon tea. Er, snack. They were good but gross in the way preservative-laden tube dough always is. You could almost pretend it was a gigantic family holiday dinner. Of course, then the dough would be made into biscuits.
John came home with a bottle of mediocre but drinkable chardonnay left over from his office party. Neither of us really like chardonnay; oh well. We put it in the freezer to get cold enough to deaden our taste buds.
Then our next door neighbors suddenly gave us a loaf of homemade molasses rye bread, serious dense dark stuff. I had it for breakfast with peanut butter and sliced banana and tea tea more tea.
Maybe if I go downstairs, there'll be a decorative fruit basket on the front porch!