happy birthday friday

Lacking a source of revenue, a granola bar wrapped in tin foil with a ribbon around it is a perfectly fine gift, especially if you hide behind your toddler who is shouting, "happy birthday, Daddy, happy birthday, Daddy."  Naomi is hitting this one out of the park.  

We are headed to a fancy-shmancy French bistro this evening.  If there is liver on the menu, I will not be ordering it.  I have hit my organ meat quota for the week.  It turned out well, but I think I will be ordering my next liver from Joe Allen.  When they ask me how I would like it cooked I will say "chef's choice!" with a sigh of relief that that is not me.

What are you guys up to?

My sister wrote a beautiful post about my mom today.  You can read it here.

And following up on my baby food project, it turns out this experiment is a road well-traveled!  The Wednesday Chef has a great post about the culture clash.

and, Joe Allen's calf's liver will never disappoint.