You know, I'm really very spoiled. Terribly so, and I must work to not let it all go to my head.
But, I must also say...I deserve a little spoiling now and again...
Like, say, around the celebrations of my birth? Yes. Always a good time to spoil me rotten, and my wonderful mom-in-law held nothing back.
In fact, Sunday was a darn good day in my life.
The day started with the opening of Localvision 2010, a photography exhibition. I was invited to add a photo to the event, and was totally geeked out by the first real gallery showing of my photography.
The Good Man and his mom went along with me to be my entourage for the fun.
It was really heady to see my framed print on the wall and to see people looking at it and talking about their impressions of the image. It pretty much made we want to go hide in the bathroom for the duration. But I held strong.
After the gallery opening, we went to my mom-in-law's place for dinner.
And oh what a dinner.
For appetizers, there was guacamole (yum!) and Italian salami, and olive and feta cheese and oh my!
I was already starting to fill up.
But then, oh then.......
That amazing cook made me chopped chicken livers. Fresh! From scratch! I saw the actual raw livers before the magic began!
Oh my heavenly days! My love of da liver is well documented.
A whole bowl of homemade liver-y delight! All for me me me me!
Whooooo! I get dizzy just thinking about it. It was the best chopped liver ever in my history.
I almost wept. I really did. It was a brown lump of heaven on a cracker.
If loving cooked chopped organ meat is wrong, I don't want to be right.
As I surrounded the bowl, my husband had to remind me that I could take some home, I wasn't required to eat it all there. Seriously, I was afraid someone would take it away from me!
But there was more!
Succulent chicken for dinner with the most delicate and tasty potatoes on the side.
Homemade baklava for dessert.
For me! Me me me me me!
Ok, I shared the baklava with The Good Man since he'll eat it (and not liver).
I loved my multicultural dinner (Mexican, Greek, Italian, Jewish, etc). I felt so incredibly spoiled and it was one of the best birthday presents EVER!
Today I might need to take a walk and burn a calorie or two. I may have overindulged just a skosh.
And that baklava in my 'fridge. It calls to me. Sings to me. Beckons me to come and sample of the tasty goodness inside.
I. Can't. Resist.
The chicken liver is already gone. I couldn't resist it so much I had it for breakfast, lunch and dinner and every snack in between.
Feliz Cumpleaños para me!