Friday night the Mr. got his favorite meal for dinner, in honor of it having been his 45th birthday on Thursday.
Really though, he doesn't look a day over 35- well, 38 tops.
Smoked salmon risotto.
I limit this dish to only once or twice a year due to its "heart episode" inducing qualities.
But damn, it sure is tasty.
He also got a lovely tomato & avocado salad, homemade wheat bread and the most adorable little cheesecake cupcakes with fresh raspberries and whipped cream, which I forgot to take a picture of and you will just have to imagine the cuteness. But they were really cute. And tasty.
Whew. My jeans started to cry a little as I typed that. "You aren't going to try and cram THAT ass in us, are you????", they screamed. Nooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Suck it, jeans.
You'll stretch as much as I need you to, dammit. I'm in charge here.
What is the secret to delicious smoked salmon risotto, you may ask?
*You will see here that I am incapable of winking in an even remotely normal manner. I look like I have an unfortunate tic and am hopped up on red bull and crack.
Eat anything good this weekend, my little muffintops?