At last, though, we’d all stuffed ourselves on ham and my mother’s to-die-for potatoes au gratin, and asparagus and pear compote and everything else that guaranteed I wouldn’t want to look at another holiday dinner again until next year. I noticed that Logan was very careful with the wine, having only a glass and a half…and I also noticed that Lance had watched him closely to see how much he was drinking, and seemed somewhat impressed with my date’s temperance.
Good thing he hadn’t seen him last night….
Dessert was black forest cake, rather than pie, and I could tell Logan was impressed by that, too. After finishing his slice of cake, he asked, “Do you all eat like this all the time?”
I knew his question was more general, that after seeing what people were whipping up on the cooking sho
