It was 82 degrees today, but the wind is bringing in a cold front, cold enough to wear a coat. That's Texas.
We tell each other that every year: "82 today, 28 tomorrow, that's Texas." My neighbor Harvey and I told each other that today. We're always surprised even though it happens every year.
Pam has planned a party for tomorrow--Cecelia, Kate, Alison, and Loretta--and I've just made some date bars, trying to duplicate the recipe that used to be Pillsbury date bars. Cecelia is bringing tamales and Pam is making chili.
My kitchen smells like Christmas, dates and cloves and cinnamon. The windows are frosting over. It's officially going to be winter when I wake up. Long time coming.
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