... but Alice's. Moth, however, is taking a decidedly proprietorial interest (her birthday is March 8th, she might point out, and she'd like some butter, or some ice cream, please - both of which are forbidden her on medical grounds). She would doubtless have liked the Birthday Dinner, too - foiled by the weather in our plans to go to the ocean, have lunch over there and walk on the beach, I devoted several hours to making an exquisite Julia Child coq au vin - perfect down to every little individually cooked pearl onion. OK, I'll be honest: Moth did sneak one quick lick of Alice's plate.
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