Goose dinner
Remember how we spoke about the traditions that come organically into our lives? Not the forced ones, the real ones. Last night, we went to our dear friend’s for goose dinner, a German tradition in the finest sense. Last year, she had us over and entertained us with a shadow puppet play along with a big fat roast goose and sauerkraut, red cabbage, brussel sprouts, Moroccan Chicken, cous cous, potatoes, and cakes galore. This year…