Nature—via our pepper plant—blessed my Piano Man with a pepper for his birthday. She even kissed the fruit with cleansing raindrops. That’s how much she loves my fiancé *shakes her bracelet and giggles*
I love him, too, so of course I conjured up some tasty magic to turn Nature’s gift into my Piano Man’s birthday brunch. The pepper was delicious—sweet, juicy and so prettily red.
For dinner, we had pineapple-ginger barbecue ribs, arepitas de yuca, greens and fruit salad with a nutty peach vinaigrette, and corn on the cob as big as my forearms. I don’t have any pictures of the meal. Somewhere between enjoying the yumminess and having to accept that my Baby Boy (he’s in his 20s, but who cares) slaughtered us at dominoes, I forgot to shoot the birthday grub.
But I did remember to capture several of my Piano Man’s smiles. Look at that handsome face ;-)
“You take away all the other luxuries in life, and if you can make someone smile and laugh, you have given the most special gift…” I believe Brad Garrett has a very good point. Don’t you think so, my Wicked Luvs?