Sunday Supper

This week's Sunday Supper was so-Southern, so yummy and the the perfect end to an all around great day.  I've made the meal a couple of times in the last year - both recipes come from Southern Living - and it not only does it smell divine baking away in the crock pot, but it's pretty darn tasty to boot. And never fear, as with most everything I cook, only your basic culinary skills are required.  So head to your kitchens, don your aprons and put some South in your mouth, y'all!

Pork Chops and Field Peas
16-ox. package frozen field peas with snaps
1 1/2 tsp dry mustard
1 tsp salt
1/2 tsp garlic powder
6 pork chops (I use boneless because bones gross me out)
1/2 cup flour
2 T. oil
1 onion, sliced
10 1/2 oz. can condensed chicken broth
hot cooked rice

1. Place peas in lightly greased crock pot.
2. Combine mustard and next 2 ingredients; sprinkle over pork chops.  Dredge pork in flour.
3. Cook pork, in batches, in hot oil in a large skillet over med-high heat 3-4 minutes on each side or just until browned.  Transfer pork to slow cooker. Reserve drippings in skillet.
4. Saute onion in hot drippings over med-high heat 6-7 mins or until tender.  Add chicken broth, and cook 2 mins, stirring to loosen particles from bottom of skillet.  Spoon onion mixture over pork in slow cooker.  Cover and cook on low 6 hours.  Serve over hot cooked rice.

Banana Bread Cobbler
1 c self rising flour
1 c sugar
1 c milk
1/2 c butter, melted
4 ripe bananas, sliced
Streusel Topping
Vanilla ice cream

1. Preheat oven to 375. Whisk together flour and next 2 ingredients just until blended; whisk in melted butter.  Pour batter into a lightly greased 11x7 baking dish. Top with banana slices, and sprinkle with Streusel Topping.
2. Bake at 375 for 40-45 mins or until golden brown and bubbly.  Serve with ice cream.

Streusel Topping
3/4 c brown sugar
1/2 c self rising flouor
1/2 c butter, softened
1 c uncooked regular oats
1/2 c chopped pecans

1. Stir together brown sugar, flour and butter until crumbly, using a fork.  Stir in oats and pecans.
This fed my lot of hungry boys and we've plenty more for leftovers tonight.  Yippee!



On My Bedside

Unlike last month where I had to fess up to my vampire addiction, I return with a much more respectful book... Boys Should be Boys: 7 Secrets to Raising Healthy Sons by Meg Meeker.
While most of the book is really just common sense, it always helps me to reground myself in written words.  As a mother of boys, I do not take my role lightly.  Not only do I aim to love, nourish and comfort them, but it is my heart's true desire to send them off into the world as respectful, kind, generous, smart, God loving, thoughtful and courageous men.  I want them to be amazing husbands and doting fathers, like their own.  And to leave conscious and thoughtful marks on their communities and their world.  Not an easy task, I'm afraid.  But the day God entrusted me with these two rambunctious, precious lives, I knew it was a task I was put on this Earth to do.

The premise of the book is that today's world doesn't always value the high-spirited, magical nature of boys and the author asks parents to let boys be boys.  She speaks about (taken from the book cover):

• why rules and boundaries are crucial–and why boys feel lost without them
• how the outdoors is still the best playground, offering the sense of adventure that only Mother Nature can provide
• the essential ways to preserve a boy’s innocence (and help him grow up)
• the pitfalls moms and dads face when talking to their sons
• why moody and rebellious boys are not normal–and how to address such behavior
• how and when the “big” questions in life should be discussed: why he is here, what his purpose is, and why he is important

So that's it in a nutshell.  This is one I think I'll find on my bedside again and again.

For now, I'm off to assist in John's Sunday School class (for the first time!!) and am SO excited!!  After that we're headed outside to enjoy the gorgeous day...for the rest of the day.  I already have a yummy Sunday Supper of pork chops and field peas cooking in the crock pot, and will be whipping up banana bread cobbler for dessert.  It's bound to be a GREAT day!!!



To Moi, From Moi

I truly consider myself to be practical in product selection.  I wear Bare Minerals makeup, use Purpose moisturizer and Oil of Olay cleanser.  I do, however, once a year, splurge on Bumble and Bumble hair care products.  Sister introduced me to this line three years ago and it was love at first shampoo.  Oh my, what a difference their products make for one cursed with super fine, super thin, super blah over all locks.  Not only is Bumble and Bumble virtually weightless, but it's shine is just unmatched.

That said, let me get back to my original point, as it certainly was not my intent to bore y'all to tears with hair care product endorsements.  It was to say how very much I love to receive packages in the mail.  Seeing as the only thing better than a package, in my opinion, is a present package, I without a doubt ALWAYS take advantage of free gift wrap when it's available.  And even when the gift wrap isn't free, the gift card most certainly is.  So, in keeping with my usual habits, I was pleased as punch to have my Bumble and Bumble complimentary gift wrapped before it made its way to me via the good old men in brown.  I squealed with delight when the goods arrived and excitedly opened the "To: Moi, From: Moi" package present.
[I did wonder what the kind folks at Bumble and Bumble thought when they were packaging my order.  Do many people send shampoo (to themselves) as a gift?  I also wonder what my neighbors thought of the youngen taken pictures of her shampoo.] 

Sure, I could have lugged the littles to the salon and picked up my products in person.  Come to think of it, I'm headed there this afternoon.  Call me crazy, but when your shampoo arrives in the mail perfectly wrapped and with a nicely packaged note, it is just sooooo much better.
I can't be the only one out there that does this.  Can I??



Adventures in Babysitting

Last weekend we found ourselves in desperate need of a baby sitter on very short notice.  Honey's favorite Uncle J and sweet Aunt S were visiting from Texas and we wanted to enjoy a meal and conversation with them in a way that we couldn't do with two littles in tow.  So, I promptly called responsible, but thirteen year old babysitter A's mother (that's how they work it) to unfortunately find her otherwise occupied.  Next I texted (yes, mother, times have changed) level-headed K, my old and wise at the ripe age of seventeen option, to find her already busy with whatever it is high school girls do on Saturday nights these days.  Faced with the very real predicament of having to cart the littles into the fine establishment knows as Portofino Bistro, I figured now was as good a time as any to try someone new.  Enter level-headed K's little sister K. 

Little sister K was prompt in her arrival and sweet in her demeanor.  Since we had rather early dinner reservations (5:30 p.m.) and Cookie has become quite the challenge to put to bed, we told little sister K that we'd be home to tuck the littles in bed.  We went on our merry way, pleased as punch with little sister K and smugly satisfied at the thought of now having THREE babysitting options.

We thoroughly enjoyed a divine Italian-esque seafood dinner and downed too many glasses of outstanding Italian wine (Uncle J can certainly navigate a wine list!)  A good time was undoubtedly had by all at this Buckhead side-street gem.  Such a good time, in fact, that we didn't make it back home until nearly ten o'clock.

Well, all appeared to be spic and span on our arrival home.  And the littles were sweetly lined up on the sofa watching Scooby Doo on demand with little sister K tucked right between them.  She assured us that they were perfect angels, we paid her the ridiculous rate that babysitters charge these days and Honey walked her home.  On one hand, I couldn't believe Cookie was still awake (he hasn't seen that time of night in...um... ever) but she did follow my instructions that I'd be home for bed time.  On the other hand, I couldn't get over that she'd cleaned the kitchen, put away the toys AND kept everyone alive.

As Honey hurried Cookie off to bed, I inquired of John about his night.  He told me how much he loooooved little sister K.  How they ate the whole bag of candy (that equaled at least two bags of Valentine's candy.)  How they got to drink Mountain Dew (gasp!) with their pizza.  Out of the can. Cookie too.  How they ALL jumped on the sofa, jumped on the chairs and jumped on the beds.  Wow.  Sounds delightful to a five year old but had me a bit miffed.

So I asked if Cookie had a good time.  John assured me that he did.  Well, up until the point when he was bleeding.  BLEEDING??????  How on Earth did that happen?  And where was he bleeding?  Well, it seems that they went "night scootering" outside.  And, seeing as it was night and Cookie doesn't know how to ride a scooter and that Cookie is only two years old, he ran into a tree and cut his lip.  Bless his heart.  But he recovered quickly and there was no sign of his injury as we speedily whisked him off to bed.  At this point I'm not just a bit miffed.  I'm absolutely miffed.

Well, Sunday comes and I deem Cookie to be a-okay.  I'm starting to see the humor in the situation and recount the story to my mother and sister.  It really was pretty humorous in hind sight.  Humorous up until the point when I decide to open the dishwasher.  And it's totally and completely full of suds.  Yes, my friends, it appears that little sister K loaded it up with regular dish soap.  And my, what a mess that made.  So, Honey comes to rescue and cleans out the suds.  He restarts the dishwasher and jets down to the basement for just a few minutes when the suds start flowing out of the dishwasher onto the floor.  Nothing a few hours, every towel in my house and some help from e-how.com can't solve.  And at this point I'm no longer miffed.  I'm just plain mad.

Flash forward to last night when we headed out with a few of Honey's high school friends to see to a band another high school friend manages.  [We were dangerously close to becoming band groupies last summer, but since it has been quite a few months since we last saw them I think we are safely in the clear.]  As luck would have it, responsible babysitter A was once again available.  So not only have we safely avoided becoming band groupies, we safely avoided a second adventure in babysitting.  Disasters averted.



Pajama Jeans

Okay, so I'm kind of stifling my laughter over here as I, once again, consider the topic of pajama jeans.

Remember my night out with bestie F and the five things I deemed you need to know? Well, last night besties C, S and I headed out to celebrate her birthday in our traditional fashion - hours of conversing, debating and gossiping while dining on fabulous food at Brio (this particular time.) Which brings me back to my point...guess who actually ordered the pajama jeans!?!?  Much to her disappointment, due to "incredible demand", they are on back order.  Until April end.  I can't imagine that there are hoards of people out there donning these hysterical pants.  Are there?

On the other hand, taking off of my evil dictator of taste hat and donning my practical mommy hat (though Honey would argue there's not much practical about me), perhaps the makers of pajama jeans actually are on to something. After dressing Cookie for bed last night, he showed back up downstairs wearing his "jeans wif pockets" over his fleecy sleeper.  [And Ampa's affinity for zip lock bags has apparently been inherited by his namesake since he also has taken to carrying lamby around safely contained in an appropriately sized quart sized option.]  I suppose my own flesh and blood is now a prime candidate for pajama jeans. 
I'll be back with a real live review from bestie F come April.  I have a feeling it will be worth the long, hard wait.



Construction Prowess

Nine months into our basement renovation (just longer than the time it took me to bake a real live baby I'll have you know), Honey continues to not only make remarkable progress, but to impress me with his construction prowess.  While much of his work down yonder consists of things that don't make much of an overall impact (think shoe molding and second, third and fourths coats of white paint on various surfaces) I was beyond excited to have him install all of the lovely lighting that had been calling to me from their card board boxes for the last six months "hang me.... hang me.... puh-lease HANG ME."

Moved from our old basement bathroom, this crystal confection found it's new home over the sink in the bar. And I think it will be very happy there.  Now... what to do with the rest of the wall?  I'm entertaining thoughts of wall paper.  Or a paint treatment.  Ideas??
I happened upon this fantastic pendent (and her matching mate) at my very favorite shopping spot - Patina Home Furnishings - to hang over the dining table.  A little wire, touches of stainless steel and Edison bulbs.  Yes, I DO adore them!
Since we moved into and starting decorating this home, I have been dying to use an over sized drum shade.  Hanging over the pool table, I super puffy heart love that it's a complete departure from the traditional type of pool lamp (that was, by design, one of the few fixtures we left behind at the last place.) 
And to round out the mix, this lovely sconce set made her debut on the wall over the banquet.  It was love at first site on the glossy pages of Pottery Barn.  And unlike many sconce options, the scale of this beauty is without a doubt perfect to hang over the expansive banquette (that is excitedly waiting for Mimi to come to town and dress up with a dozen or so pillows.)
In addition to lighting, Honey had the beast of a pool table put back together and re-felted from the move.  Mind you, I was not at home when this occurred... hence the slightly purple-ish color of the "steel gray" felt.  It should have set off alarm bells when the billiards boy said "wow, nobody has ever picked this color."  Hmmm... not an area I'd like to pioneer.
So, while Honey has been slaving away in the bowels of the abode, the littles and I have been soaking up the delicious Southern sun.  Take note of Cookie's adorable Beauxs and Belles john john. It's a rare and delightful occurrence these days.
While Cookie has been playing in the sand and dangling upside down on the swings, John has mastered the monkey bars.  He has furthermore matsered monkeying around in all sorts of other ways that the manufacturers of our play set most certainly did not intend.  Boys will be boys, I suppose.
Lastly, for those of you concerned with how I fared at our financial inquisition, the sacred words "Lilly Pulitzer" only came up once.  Whew!  Disaster averted.  I celebrated my victory (and our pre/post birthdays) over wine and a lovely dinner with my Reese Witherspoon doppleganger friend A.  And now I'm off to hit the hay.



Pink Swap

Hopsy over at Kappa Prep hosts the first blog I ever followed.  (I learned of her on the Martha Stewart Lilly Pulitzer anniversary episode back in March of 2009.  A delightful pairing of two of my very favorite things, it goes down in history as my number one hour of television to date.)  So for the last two years, as a part of my daily doings, I have popped over to her blog to see what's what in the perfectly pink and totally Lilly-fied land of Hopsy.  Until I jumped on the blog bandwagon myself, I had no idea how to comment on a blog, much less become a bonafide follower of a blog.  So, up until this year I regretfully sat out of her Pink Swap, where she pairs up pink loving ladies from across the country to swap delightful packages filled with all things PINK!  Well, this year I was beyond thrilled to throw my name in the swap.  And I'm so glad I did!  Hopsy paired me up with Sarah over at Scissors and a Whisk and I squealed with delight on the afternoon when, amongst bills and booooring catalogs (why DO I get so many of these?), I received this in the mail...
Thanks Sarah!  I sure wish I could play with those fun scissors this morning rather than consolidate account balances for the high school friend turned smarty pants financial planner Honey has determined we simply must meet with this afternoon.  All of the money I've been stealing from our household for the last nine years will certainly come to light.  EEK!

Wish me luck.



Since we welcomed Cookie into our lives just two short years ago, we've made a conscious effort to, at least once a month, take each little on a special outing with both Mommy and Daddy.  Now, Cookie's one on one time usually ends up being a shopping excursion or happy hour at the club, but at age two he is just as pleased as punch to have the attention of both of us at the same time.  At age five, John's one on one time is generally much more fantastic - something that would be hard to do with little brother tagging along.  So, yesterday Honey and I treated the PCP to a visit to the Ringling Brothers and Barnum & Baily Circus.
From the moment the ring master, in his booming voice, began the show with "Ladies and gentlemen, children of all ages..." to the spectacular grand finale parade, John sat on the edge of his seat, mesmerized with the entire three ring show.  And Honey and I, being two of those children of all ages that enjoy the spectacle of a circus, particularly enjoyed this year's theme, Barnum's FUNundrum, that featured loads of bewildering side-show type acts.
While John's favorite act was the Bionic Brothers, two amazingly acrobatic contortionist brothers, each and every time I watch this greatest show on earth, I can't help but be awe stuck by the talented pack of pachyderms.
So went a lovely and very special afternoon with our biggest little.  And since it wouldn't be a circus without wholesome snacks, after dining on blue cheese chips and cheesy fries, the only conundrum we faced at the FUNndrum was which sugary treat to try.
With that, Honey is on holiday today, the littles will be up soon and I'm off to sneak a cup of Paris tea before all craziness begins.



I Love {Girl Scout Cookies}

Many moons ago, as good little girls often do, I did a brief stint as a Brownie.  You know, Savannah being the Girl Scout capitol of the world, everyone that was anyone had a daughter dressed in brown (or blue or green depending.)  Well, it is likely not a shocking surprise that I was a miserable failure in the Girl Scouts.  Let's face it, camping, crafting home decor out of popsicle sticks and yarn and exploring the great outdoors are just not my forte.  I was even horrid at peddling the cookies that sell themselves.

Which brings me to the point.  As good little ex-Girl Scout girls often do, I LOVE Girl Scout cookies!!  Honey brought our order home from work Friday.  After he consumed an entire box of Samoas BY HIMSELF.  Gasp!  That's treachery around here.
So, yesterday after baseball and a morning bath due to yet another one of Cookie's change-my-poopie-by-myself disasters, I parked myself in my driveway chair, sipped on ice cold Coca-Colas and snacked on Tagalongs, Samoas, Dosi-dos and Thin Mints while the littles amused themselves riding bikes, scootering, fighting trees, playing ball and building forts.
[I die at those scrumptious lips.]
And after consuming said cookies, I suppose I'll need to go on a starvation diet to be able to fit into pants without an elastic waist band.

PS. If you haven't already, don't forget to leave a comment on this post to help grow our March of Dimes donation by three-and-a-half dollars.  Continue to keep my cousin's newly named (Abigail Victoria) itsy bitsy baby girl in your thoughts and prayers.  And send relaxing bed rest vibes to bestie S, who is confined to her bedroom lair for the long haul.


Behold BHLDN

Oh, yes!!!  I DO just adore BHLDN (pronounced beholden), the brand spanking new bridal line by Anthropologie.  Everything is just exquisite.  And quite unique.

I am just ga-ga over this tulle and organza confection.  So very elegant and classic, but unique enough to be remembered.
This one has my name written all over it.  Tulle, pleats, pintucks and rick rack.  Oh my!
It's no secret that I have a soft spot in my heart for hair adornments.  The more redic, the better.  A feathered birdcage veil?  Why yes, I don't mind if I do.
And these frou-frou shoe clips are a must have to complete an over-the-top ensemble.  All together now ***swoon***.
The only thing wrong with BHLDN is that it arrived just about nine years too late.  Lucky for me, Honey and I are jetting off to Vegas next year to renew our vows in front of Elvis.  Which would actually make BHLDN JUST IN TIME!


PS. Don't forget to leave a comment on this post to help grow our March of Dimes donation by three-and-a-half dollars.


Pillow Pickle

I have been in a pillow pickle over what to do to finish out my basement banquette.  It obviously needs something more.  And I believe that something more is just about a million pillows.  Pillows that add a little frou-frou luxe and a little classic couture to what is otherwise, in it's current state, a kind of blah and kind of modern space.  While I was intentional in designing the space to be more contemporary, I don't want it to feel like a total and complete departure from the rest of my house. 
So, with all of this classic frou-frou luxe on my mind, imagine me squealing with delight when I spotted these lovelies at Tar-jay! 

Since I have no less than twenty-two feet of banquette space to cover, I made it my day's mission to drive all over creation to make five of these mine.  Now, I may not end up using all five, but I always buy now and return later (rather than wait to buy and cry my eyes out when they are all gone.)  They are the precisely perfect shade of yellow to dress up my other fabric selections and they have a really great pillow form that keeps it's "karate chop" shape.  Yippee!

If you are doing the math, you have quickly calculated that these five eighteen inch pillows are going to leave a lot of real estate on that twenty-two foot banquette.  That's part b of my pillow pickle - mustering up the motivation to make covers for the eleven euro shams I have to use as the pillow base.  And with the sunny, warm, gorgeous Southern days we've been having around here, I certainly don't want to be stuck in the sewing scullery.  Sounds like a fantastic project for my seamstress extraordinaire mother.  Don't y'all think?

Now, I'm also thinking these fantastic wooden place mats would be a fab addition to the table down there.  But I need six.  EEK.  Perhaps if I end up returning a couple of the aforementioned pillows...

While I'm at it, I will definitely be hunting down these for the bar area, using the towels at the sink and the oven mitts as hot pads for entertaining.
And rounding out my Target must-have list is this coverlet, perfect for snuggling in the chilly basement.  I adore the reverse side done in mostly yellow.  If it came in the twin size I would likely already own a couple.  But, alas, Target obviously didn't consider my explicit needs when sizing these beauties.  I'm wondering if I could have my mother cut the king size in half and make two smaller coverlets.  Hmmmm....
[As I was checking out all these lovelies online and assessing availability at my store of choice, it came to my attention that there are no Targets in Vermont.  Where do those poor souls spend their pay checks and waste away their days?  Bless their hearts.]

Have a fab Friday, y'all.  I'll be wallowing in the sun as much as I can.

PS. Don't forget to leave a comment on this post to help grow our March of Dimes donation by three-and-a-half dollars.  Continue to keep my cousin's baby girl in your thoughts and prayers and go ahead and add bestie S who's on bed rest for the rest of her pregnancy.



Last night was Bunco night in my neck of the woods.  In our usual manner, new friend A swung by for me, my wine and my pimento cheese dip and we made our way to this once a month, festive night out full of dice, free-flowing drinks, mouth-watering eats and highly entertaining neighbor ladies.  Also as usual, on our arrival, the host's home was a-buzz with the giddy conversation of women - high on a night away from Honeys and littles.  After a bit of free socialization, we grab a table, the bell rings and the game begins.

And that's precisely when things departed from "usual."  I broke out my brand spanking new Buncolator app, a score keeping device I learned about from always-in-the-know Callie over at calliespondence.  Genious!  After all, when you are in the midst of rolling, gossiping, wining and dining, keeping score can be a bit cumbersome.  Well, problem solved, ladies!  I must say that the crowds were impressed.
If you don't already play Bunco, I do insist that you gather up your girls, mix up a few divine cocktails, bake up your best hour d'oeurves and give it a whirl. 

Have a glorious day!  I plan to.

PS. Don't forget to leave a comment on this post to help grow our March of Dimes donation by three-and-a-half dollars.  And while I'm asking, please keep my cousin's baby girl, born at just 26 weeks yesterday, in your thoughts and prayers. 


Lost Too Soon

Yesterday we laid to rest Honey's Uncle R, lost too soon at the young age of sixty-three.  A soft-spoken, kind and gentle man, it hurts my heart that I didn't know more of him.  While Uncle R had neither a wife nor children to say a last farewell, he certainly would have smiled at the graveside shenanigans of his great nephews, been proud of the men his own nephews have grown to be, and been touched by the care and thought his little brother put into preparing for this day.   It seemed that things were at long last put in their place as Uncle R came to rest along side his dear mother that tragically lost her life when he was really just a boy, a father that worked hard and lived vivaciously, and a big brother (Honey's daddy) that was a gentleman and remarkable provider in so very many ways. 
After the service, we made an emotional visit to the Angel Garden, where we remember our own son born and lost too soon with a brick in his name.  And his friends in Heaven, the twin boys of some of our dearest friends.
As we left the old rolling hills of Arlington Memorial Park under a clear blue Southern sky I was reminded, once again, that this life is fragile and not a minute of a day should be taken for granted. 

PS. My silhouette pillows were featured on My Uncommon Slice of Suburbia!!!  It's like I'm a real blogger now.
PPS. Don't forget to leave a comment on this post to help grow our March of Dimes donation by three-and-a-half dollars.


Valentines Roundup

We looooove the holidays around here.  And the holiday of love is just no exception.  After celebrating with a day full of heart shaped meals for the littles, a party at school and cupcake Valentines for friends, Valentine's Day culminated with a romantic dinner for two at home.
Here's a roundup of our goings and doings...

Heart Flap Jacks
When Anpa isn't here to fetch Krispy Kreme, we almost always kick off our weekends with pancakes.  It's just fun!  And the Williams-Sonoma pancake pen is a must.  You can make so many fun things - we've done Mickey, ghosts, letters, hearts, polka dots (just kidding, that would be a round pancake, right?) and, when fancy strikes, pulled out the transportation molds!  And my brand spanking new Pampered Chef's creative cutters made their debut with heart shaped apples as a side.
Fortune Cookies
We finished up our fortune cookies today.  Reading these each morning was a special part of our day that I'll miss but, as luck would have it, I'm already starting to plan for our daily Lenten activities.  I do adore things that count down to a holiday.
Open Faced Chocolate Sandwiches
I probably use my cookie cutters more on sandwiches than I do on cookies!  This morning we dined on one of the littles most requested meals...chocolate sandwiches (which is really whole wheat toast topped with nutella) and strawberries.  [Whenever I even think the world "nutella" I start salivating for one of FLIP's Nutella and Burnt Marshmallow Milkshakes.]
Class Party
The littles carried their Valentine's to school in bags we decorated over the weekend.  And for a very special treat, we brought mini bottles of water, Kool-Aid fizzy tabs and straws for the class.  For the teachers we delivered my mother's sugar free Salted Caramel Chocolate Pudding cups.  I'll have to provide that recipe soon!
 Heart Pizza
After the party, we dined on a heart shaped pizza and cherry Sprites.  I just love Publix's bakery pizza dough.  And I also love forming it into random shapes. 
Cupcake Valentines
For our neighborhood friends, we delivered cupcake Valentines.  What a sweet treat to find in their mailboxes!
Supper For Two
So, the coup de grace of the day was a candlelit supper with Honey (after the littles were tucked in their beds, of course)!!!!!!!!!!!  I set up a table in the den that was just the perfect size for TWO.  And I was ecstatic to finally have an occasion to pull out my new domed cupcake pedestals.  We used our silver, fine china, champagne flutes from the night Honey proposed and sterling goblets from our wedding.  Our menu consisted of a gentleman's wedge, filet mignon (on the big green egg), twice baked potatoes, brussels sprouts and pink pearl cupcakes.  Honey surprised me with roses and delectable long stemmed chocolate covered strawberries.  Tres romantic.

We used to just skip right over Valentine's Day.  I can't really say why I was so willing to pass up an occasion for a gift and a fabulous meal.  I think we just got caught up with having babies and forgot to take advantage of a fantastic reason to celebrate US.  So I gifted Honey a devilishly dapper Tailor Byrd shirt from J. Parker Ltd. in Savannah.  And Honey surprised me with not only the Alison Evans oyster plates I'd been eying ever since bestie R started working at Hazelnut New Orleans and brought them home for himself, but also with a facelogic gift certificate!  *squeal with delight*
Sweet dreams, y'all.  Mine will be...

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