I had a birthday! So I went to a cheese shop! I am experiencing some lingering birthday laziness as well as a child who has repeatedly vomited on the couch this morning, so I'm pretty much just going to show you pictures!
|My fountain of youth.|
|I'm actually not at all surprised that Ivy already has fully formed opinions regarding charcuterie.|
|Pretending to be…cows? I'm going with cows.|
|Haha Anna that's cute PLEASE BE CAREFUL WITH MOMMY'S BIRTHDAY BAGUETTE|
|Dan labeled all the cheeses for me and I pretended to carefully note what I was shoveling into my mouth.|
|Dessert! Don't worry, it's dairy free, I'm not crazy.|
So when I said all that was for my birthday I was lying, it was the day before my birthday. My actual birthday was a beautiful plate of spaghetti and a REAL homemade cake, the kind of cake that prompts questions such as "Is this cake flour expired?" and "Can I substitute Chambord for kirsch?"
|My theory is that the intensity of effort melted the whipped cream.|
We all enjoyed ourselves very much.