Another year, another dream come true

[muckefuck]

Turns out I was silly to fret about the génoise, as there was such a run on the zucotto trifle (monshu put to himself the hard question whether he really wanted to be painstakingly assembling cake slices into a miniature Duomo at 4 a.m. and shockingly found the answer "no") that we have barely a single serving left. I think that more than compensates for the complete failure of the vasilopita to rise. (monshu took the uncharacteristic risk of ignoring his grandmother's rule to double the yeast in any recipe; I suspect he will never make that mistake again!)

Since most of the hard work was his, I'm simply happy the Old Man is satisfied it was worth it. As recently as yesterday, he was grumbling the New Year's Day was something to be survived more than enjoyed, but tonight through the tiredness I could feel the glow of satisfaction coming off of him. He has tomorrow off to recover whereas I will have to stagger into a working day that I suspect will compare favourably with my least productive efforts of 2008.

I'm not sure what it augurs that neither of us could remember at all what we did last year until I looked up in the entry in my journal. Turns out we were cooking up a storm then as well, but purely for our own benefit; then we were just discovering the power of true balsamic as a dessert component, now we are coming to appreciate the value of crème de violette as an ingredients in cocktails. I can't wait to find out what culinary wonder we'll be discovering a year from now.

Rereading my entry from a year ago, I came across this sole voiced wish for the coming year:

For myself, my hopes are modest: I just want to be together with my beloved to celebrate another New Year. If it happens to be in an apartment we co-own, so much the better.

Well, so much the better. Every time we confront a new challenge here, whether it be wrangling responses form the condo association or coming to a compromise on furnishing decisions, I keep firmly in mind that my overriding goal, one that I've been clinging to for almost as long as I've called monshu my own, has actually been fulfilled. Now all I have to worry about is the happily-ever-after part.

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[greatscott09.livejournal.com]

Lovely sentiments Da, glad you're happy. All the best to you for the coming year.