Today, we celebrate Christmas again, this time, with the de Kerchove d’Ousselghem side of the family.
It’s no wonder my mother legally changed her name to Van Doosselaere, which, I learn, is common practice in the USA but not necessarily in Belgium, where one keeps the name one was given at birth legally, perhaps taking a married name for social reasons. Perhaps, just maybe, my aversion to parting from my own extra-long surname is culturally programmed.
But, I digress.
Today, my grandfather and his lady friend Francine graciously host us for another divine lunch of gluttonous proportion–magret de canard–and I wish my dad and I’s foray into the woods had lasted more than ten minute’s worth of exercise.
It’s absolutely pleasant, this at home dining experience, and I promise my Bonpapa to return next week for more, as in his older age, he’s becoming increasingly more precious.