Just had a fabulous home cooked meal prepared by me and my partner in all things.
I made garden potatoes on the BBQ with butter and onions (there really is NO substitute for real butter!) and grilled peppers, carrots and zuchinni.
Jay, my BBQ king, grilled up some chicken drumsticks that were divine.
And for dessert (GOTTA have the sweet stuff to finish it off!) we had fudge from our Banff exersion the other day.
Of course, my sentiments were not shared by our resident picky eater. Jack noted the the carrots were grilled. I believe YUCK! was the adjective of choice. AND the potatoes had skin on them. In his eyes, skin is a four letter word. It took weeks last year to introduce the skin of fruit into his diet. Mostly with threats of you eat that or else..... No seriously the kid doesn't easily accept change in his diet. Wonder where in the world he gets that from ;)