We've been having fun this week. While at my parents house for Christmas we've been doing lots of Indian cooking. They buy the spices, we do all the cooking. Lots of joy for all. Not often you get guests who do most of your cooking for you.
We were a little surprised when my parents told us we could keep the spices they bought. And then even more surprised when they gave us jars to put them in (we brought a few jars for mixes we would blend, but why do spices come in such massive plastic bags?), and then gave us book ends for our shelves, ties, a dress coat, and a blazer. The ties were available because my dad won't wear them once they start showing wear, and the other clothes because he outgrew them but fit me perfectly. And for while we were here they stocked my old bird feeder, which had been lying empty, with premium birdseed from a specialty store. Growing up I used to pay for the birdseed myself if I wanted something nicer than standard grocery store blend.
And this is after the official Christmas presents had been sent.
Streaks of generosity are welcome, but this kind of blows my mind sometimes.
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