|lula's 14th b-day cake: chocolate with ganache, strawberries, whipped cream, & strawberry coulis|
oh yeah, and how crabby i get.
so i vow i'm gonna stop, but then i do it again, or my kids ask me if we can have people over and get all sad when it's just us and we're just having grilled cheese or something.
& i give in & give up.
hoping that, in the end, it's a worthy endeavor to go all crazy for our sabbath dinner. (cause that's probably what i'm gonna do anyway.)
|the menu, on the fridge. note the backwards "z" on zucchini|
|rose petals for lula|
|grilled artichokes with aioli|