Happy Birthday, Sweet Son

He never reads this. I should write all kinds of personal and icky stuff that he will hate me for. But I can't think of any icky stuff. For his BD I went to the Farmer's market this morning and bought all kinds of stone fruit. Then I went to Nicole's in South Pas and bought Pain au Chocolat. OK, so here's a very tiny personal thing. When we drove through France together, he would run into bakeries to get pain au chocolat every now and then. Hum, not very revealing is it. Or maybe it is. 

So I woke him up with the croissants and strawberries and stone fruit from the market. Such love. Of course, I was on my early morning Farmer's Market schedule and he was on his Saturday sleep in until noon schedule. He was not mindful of my sleeping all those years ago, so . . .  We never forget.

I had fish in the fridge that I had to cook. Adrian is going back on his diet on Monday, so I made potato wrapped fish for dinner. Doesn't it look like it's wrapped with bacon? The salad is the Bistro salad from Trader Joe's. Kale, almonds, cranberries, edamame and tomatoes. Num. But the fish is amazing. And pretty easy to make. Potatoes will be off the diet come Monday. Until then, we have several more pieces of fish that look just this good. Lucky us.