Friday, October 26, 2007


Dinner par-tay, that is. Good food, good company. Mom did all the work.

OK, I helped a little.


  1. Oh wow! Looks good. What was the menu? And give Mom a break every now and then!

  2. Dad and I use to joke that we were going to send Mom to a home for the chronically early and the terminally organized. Once the dinner party was conceived of, she took off with all cylinders firing. Not much I could do to stop her, so I just followed orders.

    Pounded chicken breasts in a goat cheese and yoghurt sauce, green beans and acorn squash with sherry, brown sugar and butter, plus fruit salad, and cake and ice cream. All yummy.