Today was Billy's birthday... number 33. We kept it pretty low key. What else is new though? Like we ever do any thing high key. Or even medium key. Our keys are all hangin' low baby. By the way... we did not plan or color coordinate our outfits. It just happened like that. It also just happened that I have my apron tied so high on my waist that my boob looks like it is made from a balloon filled with lead. Go ahead... look at it. Yeah. These are the visual dangers of photo ops with aprons.
We went out for breakfast to Pasqual's. Billy had smoked trout hash. Because that is what you should always eat for breakfast on your birthday. Fishy hash. It's delicious. (Gross.) I had eggs with tomatillo salsa and hash browns. And an english muffin with orange marmalade. Mine was a much more festive entree by far.
After breakfast we finished up our Mother's Day shopping... so look out you Mothers, stuff is comin' your way. I shipped out presents today!
The birthday fairy came to us on our way home in the form of a huge beautiful hummingbird moth... it congratulated Billy on being 33 and then flew off to avoid being eaten by Rudy.
The rest of the afternoon was spent piddling around the house and prepping food for dinner. We had home made green chile corn bread, grilled baby artichokes, grilled carrots and vidalia onions and marinated grilled tempeh. It was mighty good grub. If anyone is interested in how to cook the BEST grilled tempeh drop me a note and I will post the recipe. It's crazy good and easy to make. Here's a ridiculously close up shot of the artichokes.....
For dessert we had stuff from Cafe Paris... a fruit and almond tart and some sort of crunchy, sugary chocolate meringue torte. The sugar content was off the charts. I am now nursing a cup of peppermint tea to counteract the effects of mucho shugah. Billy is of course fine. He can eat sugar like it's meant to be his one and only sustinence. But then again, he is only 33. You can get away with stuff like that when you are 33.
In closing I will share with you a shot of Rudy which I find most disturbing. Sometimes he really gives me the creeps.
What a slimy pervert. Can you stand it?