After a spectacular day in Stratford, and a good night's sleep at the Swan Motel, we went back into town to do a little shopping. If I had been on-the-ball enough to bring the camera along, I could have shown you the bar of Decadent soap and the wrap skirt I bought at p'lovers. And I could have shown you the lovely vintage-y sundress I bought at the little antique shop that was hiding just across the alley from the Stratford Chef's School -- along with the 1936 Swans Down Cake and Pastry Flour cookbook. I could have shown you the bright red, chili-garlic peanut brittle that we tried at the Rocky Mountain Chocolate Factory. If I had been clever enough to bring the camera along. But I wasn't.
After our shopping trip, we got back into the car and headed back toward home. When we got to Highway 404, we headed up to my Mother in Law's house.
There are two things you need to know about my Mother in Law. One: I adore her. No. Really. I do. I am one of the luckiest people in the world to have a welcoming, gracious Mother in Law. Two: Her birthday is the day before mine. So the Man of my Dreams and I decided to visit her and take her out for dinner on her birthday. We decided on Milestones, in Newmarket.
After much deciding, we chose our dinners. Prime rib for each of them, and Portobello Chicken for me. Yum.
My Mother in Law and I came to an agreement long ago. No ratting out birthdays to the server. If you don't, I won't.
The agreement never seems to apply to the Man of my Dreams, though. So, after we finished sharing a sizeable helping of key lime pie, house-made cookies and ice cream came to the table for each of us, complete with sparklers.
Which, of course burned out, just before the picture was snapped.
After a wonderful, too-big dinner, we headed back home. We were greeted by herself.
You left me alone. I ate all of my food in the first half hour, after you were gone. (burp) I don't like the person you got to check up on me.
What?!
Don't just stand there. Feed me!
Ain't it great to be appreciated?
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