Maybe I have a predilection for oats already but I bought Oat Milk today by Oatley and love it. It has replaced my nightly 2 glasses of milk - now that is a lot of cow trauma reduced. It is organic too no less.

I accidentally ate veal over NYE's Angie Olivier dinner. The sausage looked and tasted like a regular chicken or pork sausage so while feeding a starving Jack, ate some and damn it tasted good, ate some more. When Ange told me it was veal I looked at the half bitten piece I had and gave it to the hubby. That picture of the poor newborn calf taken from its mother while its poor mother was howling for it stayed with me. No veal. Veal bad.

I had to tell that story. Everyone had eaten and Ange wondered why I suddenly lost my taste for the sausage. Her hubby agreed it was cruel and decided then to not eat veal too. Among us close friends, few things are taboo. Even cruel culinary habits amid a scrumptious dinner where veal sausage and pork sausage were the only meat items.

Ange then confessed she was trying to go vegetarian, hence the multitude of remarkably delish dishes. She promised to cook another batch next week and so a new tradition was born. Jeff and Wendy were invited to join and immediately, we drew up the wine and dessert list. I fell in love with Muscato at V's Xmas dinner and now I simply must have it!

On another note, Jack was making curious noises while asleep. I went to lie beside him in case he woke. Then he settled again. When I sat back at the computer, he started laughing. I was so enthralled I got up, lay next to him as he laughed, eyes closed at some happy dream he was having. I felt every bit of bad ooze out of me and only soft and tender filled me right that moment. I carried my silly smile back to the computer where I am sitting now.

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