My aunt called us all on December 23rd to confirm that she had electricity at her house and the party would proceed as scheduled. This annual birthday party has recently been upped from a bi- to a tri-, since my cousin's new husband has a birthday around Christmas just like my mother's mother (Bubbe) and Ken.
I arrived early to help my aunt with last-minute preparations. This consisted of setting the table (twelve chairs crammed around a table that can comfortable accommodate six - it gets a little cozy), and then keeping an eye on Pepper to make sure he didn't do any table-arranging of his own. This is Pepper. He's a good boy.
Pepper says: "Mrow? Mrow? Mrow? Mrow?" which translates roughly to: Pay attention to me I can haz pats? I can haz salmon? I can haz salmon? I can haz salmon?
Nutmeg is an old lady and spent the evening snoozing on her pillow by a heating vent. This is Nutmeg.
My aunt refused most of my offers of help in the kitchen because she was too disorganized and panicked to do more than one thing at a time. Dinner was a little delayed on account of the chaos, but that was no problem. When it was finally served (rice with fried mushrooms, green beans, butternut squash, and, obviously, salmon) it received rave reviews.
My Bubbe was pleased. This is my Bubbe.
It was her 93rd birthday. She's looks good for her age, doesn't she? Also, she looks a lot like The Queen. Don't you think? This is The Queen.
They have the exact same nose! Isn't that freaky? Just slap a little lipstick on my Bubbe, and an enormous red hat, set her hair, and throw some pearls on her, and there would be nothing to distinguish them. MY BUBBE AND THE QUEEN ARE TWINS SEPARATED AT BIRTH. Don't tell anyone. It's a secret.
In the end, Pepper did not get to taste the salmon, but he did get a lot of pats on the head. And now that I have resolved the only dramatic tension in this non-story... THE END.