First course: blue corn lobster hushpuppies, seared diver scallop, house smoked salmon with roasted beet. The scallops were so good that I want to go back in time and punch the non-seafood-eating Erica in the nose. On principle.
|Also, I went to a fancy restaurant and paid my |
|It was cheese.|
|I mean, I clearly see the appeal.|
|Now I'm curious about what was in his pre-dinner cocktail.|
My father made an excellent Mother's Day dinner all by his lonesome self, since all mothers are contractually obligated to stay outside of the electrically-enforced perimeter of the kitchen lest they be shocked and immediately transferred to a day spa. (At least, this is my understanding.) To Dan's credit, he was stuck dealing with both children because I was sitting very still and quiet on the sofa with my computer, trying to make it look like my hands were busy.
Grilled pork tenderloin with peach sauce, broccoli salad, some sort of devilishly scalloped potatoes.
|I don't know what terrible thing the potatoes did to deserve this fate, but I applaud it.|
|Right next to the roses in crystal. Peasant-style.|
|"Mom. Hey. Move it along."|
Okay, okay. The children were there as well. Anna had a pretty good time playing "dinosaur extinction."
|She's the extinction.|
I actually really like that she gave them a chance to team up against their destiny.
|They're ready to rumble.|
|I have never yet regretted 1) making risotto 2) putting an egg on something.|
|You know, you'd probably be cuter if you could just grow out those eyelashes a little bit.|