My parents were in town this weekend. Never for long enough, but such is life. My sister Meghan and her husband Brent hosted the six of us for a lovely dinner last night. Lovely people, lovely ambiance, lovely food… I enjoy using the word lovely and lovely it was.
We celebrated my Mom’s belated and my Dad’s early birthdays since us Boston-folk don’t get to see them on the actual day of birth. We celebrated it over a lovely roasted vegetable lasagna, and lovely bread, lovely wine, and lovely sour cherry apple crisp. Are you getting sick of that word yet? Too bad.
And then, while the men watched some Olympics, the ladies danced. We can’t help but be extra inappropriate when my Mom is present. The shock value is just too fun. But–don’t tell her I said this–the apples do not fall far from the tree.