I don't want to lose this link to June Meyer's Hungarian recipe page. I don't even remember what I was looking for when I stumbled across it, but I do know that it made me miss my grandmother terribly and develop an awful craving for cabbage and sour cream and dill and caraway and buttered bread crumbs and, of course, paprika. I think I know what Mike and I will be eating for the next few weeks! Hungarian food is so good, it's enough to make even Michael look forward to colder weather.

More visitors! Fellow Cornellian and Sunnie Allison Archbold -- now a lawyer and Captain in the Marines!! -- and her housemate Cpt. Allison Daley were in town again this weekend so Archbold could run the Marine Corps Marathon. I can't believe it's been a year since the last time she was up for the race! This year, even with an injured foot, she finished the race in great time. I think it is largely due to the carbo loading we did at Il Radicchio, home of the bottomless spaghetti bowl, on Saturday night. Congrats Allison!

As it turns out, the Canadian Wasyliks are distant cousins, according to Mom. One of that branch visited Grandpa Alex's sister Mary who was still living in the Ukraine ten years ago, and then somehow contacted Dad and told him all about it.

Mike and I are pleasantly overwhelmed with a visitor invasion. Last week, my friend from law school Nicole Imamshah Kaplan came up to DC and stayed with us for the weekend. Nik & Ada Fernandez Johnson and I then drove up to Philly for a day to see Rebekah & Uri Monson and their adorable little one, Shoshona. Shoshona was born the week before the wedding, so Rebekah & Uri certainly weren't at the wedding and most of our friends hadn't yet met her in person. We had a great time meeting Shoshona and realizing that we (we being my little group of law school friends) are all young marrieds who are starting to breed. A scary thought.

This week is the Florida invasion. On Saturday, I got to see Libby, our former next door neighbor from Jax. Jen Guy is up for a week from Tallahassee, and we'll be seeing her tonight. And one of Mike's old bosses from Jacksonville is visiting this week with his family. Whew!

In case you haven't heard already, I passed the Virginia Bar. My number is 1196.

By "distant" we mean that we have no idea if they're related any closer than ten or fifteen generations. They certainly haven't invited us over for Christmas yet.