Here … gaze upon the birthday feast from last night and think good food thoughts.

Small plate: Garden salad.
Small bowl: Shrimp Scampi with Artichoke Hearts
Large plate: Twice-baked Potatoes with Sour Cream and Mozzarella and a large slice of broiled cow.

Yes, we ate at the table. This meant the confinement of the furry brats to the bedroom. They do, after all, own the kitchen table and there’s no keeping them off of it. Also ignore my Dallas Cowboy’s glass. I realize it isn’t the height of sophistication, but it’s my favorite glass, dammit.