rich food

I think Conrad is rather full right now, and if not, then he darn well should be. Oh, no begrudging him his fun - he enjoyed dinner immensely tonight, though he'll regret it a little through the night and into tomorrow when his digestive system complains a bit. We all indulged in some rich food tonight, more than we might usually, in fact. I only got off a little easily by virtue of being the driver.

My dinner didn't photograph well. Perhaps I should say, instead, that I didn't take due care with it. I had a rare treat, something I never cook and seldom see on menus: liver. Love it. Hated it as a kid, but now? Yes, please!

Conrad had a steak - I didn't photograph it - but what finished the night richly for him, Karen, and their Mom were the three ice cream cocktails they shared between them. Conrad's Mom went with a Grasshopper.
Minty, boozy, sweet. She liked it fine. Conrad and Karen started out with one Bel Air - a Grasshopper with chocolate sauce - between them; one was insufficient in the end, and they quickly and thoroughly enjoyed a second. More minty, boozy, sweet.

Ah well, why not? It's the Saturday of a long weekend, and I was the one driving them. We may all want lighter fare tomorrow, sure. Maybe, just maybe, it should be a day of bran flakes, chicken broth, and steamed broccoli. For one night, though, a little richness to combat the cold winter night.