
For years, Rebecca was singularly unenthusiastic about putting up the Christmas tree. This mystified me, as the tree always brought such joy and comfort. So every year, Rachael and I whined and moaned, and every year Rebecca put it up, without much complaining. Then last year, since she was either going to school, or to work, or both every day, I realized that if I wanted a tree, it would be via my own efforts, rather than via ukase. Well, putting it up was relatively pleasant, but taking it down- another story. My friend Tom and I marveled that she ever managed it herself, as furniture moving was involved, and the two of us had quite a time moving our game table upstairs. So, once again the dreaded day of tree dismantling could be put off no longer, and what a job! I paused to make some scones for Rachael and Tom, and they were quite good. The recipe, from The Bread Bible, was extremely unhealthy – no doubt why the scones were so lovely. Tom had often reminisced about the best scones he had ever eaten, (at a friend's tea party) and I secretly vowed to top them at some point in my baking efforts, but I thought it would take many attempts. However, he declared these the best he had ever eaten, even better than the tea party scones. Needless to say, I was quite gratified! They were tres yummy!
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