Yorkshire pudding, pie, small dogs

We've settled into the post dinner slump. You all probably had your tree up and decorated days ago, but we waited until Bridget and Cullen could do the heavy work. Only a little tension over the number of lights. Bridget says more. Cullen and Tom voted for fewer. Next year she wins. We made it to Mark and Carol's yesterday in time to learn something about sauerkraut. That's sauerkraut in the bowl on the left, and saukerkraut between the two layers of dough on the right. She also does the same thing with an apple filling and a mashed potato filling. Frying and then baking finish the process. For the next few days we're in charge of walking and feeding Ruby and Syn, both of whom are smaller than Henry and Eli, and not terribly used to walking. The pudgy pomeranian plants his feet and refuses to move, but at least with these dogs we are in charge. Wednesday and Thursday we take care of Tweety, the next door cat. It's good for a neighborhood to have some stodgy old folks hanging around. And for the record, we had a great Yorkshire pudding today, made by Cullen.Pretty soon Tom and I won't have to do anything but fill our plates.