Last night we enjoyed a generous Christmas gift from our friends Rusty and Jennifer and, along with them, Eric and Raigan and Steve and Joy, we all went to Cirque du Soleil. I'd never been. It was delightful. I imagine it's much like what Twin Peaks would've been like minus the murder, drug abuse and child molestation. But still - midgets and weird dream sequences. As we were leaving Jeremiah and I agreed we should really be expecting more out of Kate's YMCA gymnastics classes. She's had, like, 11 of them now. I've yet to see her hang from a giant chandelier 15' above the ground by the back of her skull. Although, in all fairness, we typically use the 50 minutes she's in class to work out and don't watch her.
After far too few hours of sleep, I was off to enjoy another gift! Jeremiah got me a gift certificate to take a 4 hour class on baking breads and making soups for my birthday. In a very different way, it was as enjoyable as Cirque du Soleil. Taught by Cordon Bleu chef Doris Koplin, the class filled with the desire to bake bread non-stop. Doris was a delight and the bread was easily the best bread I've ever tasted. That's not just hyperbole for blogging sake. That was some good damn bread. I'm making more tomorrow.