Weekend Bites
To celebrate the end of a week, I forced Jeri to start work on a carrot cake....

And when she was done with that, a few pomme frittes to accompany her grilled chicken and crunchworthy salad.

To celebrate the end of a week, I forced Jeri to start work on a carrot cake....

And when she was done with that, a few pomme frittes to accompany her grilled chicken and crunchworthy salad.

I went on a date with my wife this weekend. Nachos, hotdogs (2 for her!), popcorn, and cherry Pepsi, and a little film I have since tittled, The Spiderwick Chronicles:
Since I've wasted the better portion of my virile years assembling some sort of glycerin project for my sidekick, I decided to scrap it all, and just toss it into the box for his wife to correct my mistakes. So....with that in mind, it was off to the 17th Street Market to find a few odds and ends to complete his box.
V1 readers, the vote is yours.
Does he get a sack of dried baby snakes?

Or will he get a case of Pickled Duck Eggs?

Or, should we keep it simple and stick with the Rooster Feet?

Readers, you decide...voting starts..................now.
Since I played the part of the abusive husband this year, and neglected to do anything for Sweet Jeri's birthday (yet) - (And perhaps that's why she hasn't talked to me this week..), it was left to other sources:
My Parents making her eat:

Again with the parents....or is it me?

And also with her side of the family, that's the infamous Uncle Pat
