Bomb Shelled Nut Jobs

Last night, again. As I’ve always said, it is a good or bad sign when I end up with one earring. That these ones actually had firm backs and it still ended up that way says something: Easter Dinner- the initial plan, more like a small family affair, then, turns out that we like lots of peeps and next thing we know we’ve got a sit down, formal dinner for eighteen on our hands/in our living room.To bootz. Dave and I ate with chopsticks because we ran out of forks. So, get this: caramelized cauliflower, stuffed mushrooms, deviled eggs, blood bunny punch, beer, and wine, oh, the bloody bunny punch; a big ol turkey, mashed potatoes, African cabbage and couscous salads, artichoke and white been salad, baked baby carrots, two delish green salads, baked fennel, fresh bread, wine, lots of wine; lots of chocolate, rhubarb pie with ice cream, arm wrestling a woman in my living room, chocolate tarts with candied grapefruit peel, cranberry cake, lots of wine. The night ended with Zach and Cate riding / nearly falling off the tandem to Bar. Cate and I dancing, Mark feeding us drinks. Me accidentally putting my game on the Parts and Labor guy and buying a spongy orange t-shirt I didn't need, and lots of drunk dialing; ended with Cate and I rolling around on the ground next to our bikes, laughing. And no earring.