That's cheddar cheese in Jack's hand. It's part of the morning ritual (how very Euro of us...cheese for breakfast).
And the both the robes are courtesy Jeff's mom, who is one of the most thoughtful people we know. Last Christmas, we stayed with Ruth and Ray and they put us up in their casita (basically a small second house). It was absolutely beautiful and peaceful and sweet and delightful. When we walked in to the main room of the casita, she had three fluffy robes wrapped up in ribbons sitting out on the bed. I DARE anyone to try and take them from us. We spend waaaayyyy too much time in them on the weekends.
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