We had a great turn-out as you can see. Thanks everyone!

Somebody must think Elliot’s ready for potty training.

Look at that look of fear.

This is a White Chocolate dipped Cranberry Walnut Macaroon from Au bon Pain. It is a concrete representation of sin. Forgive me Father…

Anyway, Saturday wasn’t much of a birthday but I made reservations at a phenomenal restaurant for Sunday night.  It’s a Tapas restaurant in downtown Philly called Amada.   I  had to call 5 days in advance to get reservations at a decent time, it’s that rockin.  We got there last night at 9pm and had one of our top dining experiences ever, seriously. 

The selection was amazing, the presentation was impeccable and the flavors were out of this world.  If you’re not familiar with tapas, they are kind of "mini-meals" that are traditional spanish fare.  Typically you combine several and share them to create a full meal, but made up of lots of smaller dishes.  Here’s what I love about tapas; the chef’s full attention goes into that one dish, then the next, then the next.  It’s not this big heaping thing of pasta that you fill up on or get tired of halfway through.  Every bite you take has been meticulously crafted to be the best bite it can be. 

We had about 6 dishes in all and a dessert.  I wish that I could describe them for you, but this post would get gargantuan, as you prolly know how much I love food, I could wax poetic.  Needless to say, we both agreed that it was close to, if not, our top dining experience ever.  I also surprised her with a special "dish" I ordered just for her.  I conspired with the waitress to bring out a couple pieces of jewelry that I was giving Sunette on a plate as if it were another dish.  Oh I know, stop it…. stop it.  She was surprised to say the least, since we’ve been spending all waking hours at the hospital.  I stole away for a couple hours and hunted down a couple special gifts for my special woman.  Love you hon!!  Happy Birthday!!

On our way home from the hospital yesterday evening before supper we decided to swing into the Philly Diner on Walnut Street.  We’ve been passing it at least a couple times every day as we walk to and from the hospital.  Although it was a little earlier than we normally eat, 5:30pm, we were down for some breakfast.  I settled on the Grand Country Breakfast and Sunette ordered up the 2 Egg Special.  Of course I wasn’t expecting grits, being in Philly, but there they were!  You could substitute grits for hashbrowns.  Unfortunately when the waitress came around I got so caught up that I forgot to make the switch.  DOH!  Oh well, the hashbrowns were good too.  I chowed down on biscuits and sausage gravy, eggs, hashbrowns and sausage links.  Topped off with about 3 cups of joe.  Mmmmmmmm.  There’s nothing like some comfort food to make it all better.  What do you turn to when you need the love?

Picture it if you will…a hot, humid Georgia Saturday in the middle of July.  You’re trying to stay inside as much as possible, with the A/C kickin’.  It’s lunch time and nothing heavy or hot is sounding good.  But then you see the basket of ‘maters.  Oh joy of red delicious goodness that inhabits my soul.  Slice a couple of those puppies up nice and thin, or thick if you prefer, slap ‘em on some wheat bread with a little Kraft light Mayo, some salt and pepper, and you have just entered heaven.  St. Pete wishes he could have a ‘mater sandwich.

For the past few weeks we could see our nine or ten tomatoe bushes getting heavy with a bunch of green ones.  We knew the day would come for a bumper crop, and oh our arrival home from Florida was greeted with about 25 juicy red ripe little bundles of joy.  Ok so I’m gushing.  Tell me this doesn’t look divine though.