Newlyweds and Oldieweds

Last Sunday, we were invited to Sunday lunch chez newlyweds Naomi and Sam, a proper British Sunday lunch, complete with a roast. (She is British and he spent years at Oxford getting his doctoral degree, so he's even more English than the English). We accepted happily, anticipating a good meal and a chance to catch up and see the new apartment.

It was fabu, by the way, filled with strong California light and very airy, with windows on all sides that frame views reminiscent of Robert Bechtle paintings. We were tickled to see our wedding present to them displayed and enjoyed the garland of wedding cards they had used to decorate the fireplace.

Sam is loving the job he landed in a single day and Naomi is settling in to her teaching/student role, while they both work to put the apartment in order. There were a few boxes here and there but they are mostly settled and furnished, thanks to a charming collection of things from Ikea, garage sales, family heirlooms and street finds.

We toasted their first home with a little sparkling wine and chatted while the roast filled the sunny space with aromas. I can cut to the chase here and tell you that everything was delicious and perfectly cooked and arrived all at the same time, hot and ready. The carrots were a wonderfully bright orange, enhanced by a sprinkle of chopped fresh parsley and Sam had even stuffed the bird.

It's fun spending time with newlyweds, watching them work around each other and hold hands under the table. Especially nice as we oldyweds were holding hands under the table, too.