Blending the remnants of a food hangover with a leisurely stroll around you friendly local IKEA is dangerous.

Bourbon Steak in Aventura. This year’s Spice menu included a Wagyu strip steak for a $10 upcharge. So worth it.

Lincoln Road movie theater.

Rapini. Part of tonight’s dinner along with velvety grits, bacon and pot liquor.

A is for…

My little swashbuckler.

Finally. After 2 years, 5 months and 3 days, it’s finally over and I can move on with my life. I can *finally* quit cringing when my husband brings up the mail or when the phone rings and its an unfamiliar 919 number. Finally I can stop being reminded that my mother is dead by bureaucratic nonsense. I can move on.

My DH’s first stab at recreating Scarpetta’s signature spaghetti. It was a good first try; flavorful but A tad on the greasy side.

And where is Nembu while I’m running around getting dressed for dinner? Pointedly not looking at me while lying completely in my sleeping space. And breathing loudly (though not quite doing his forceful fake sleeping breathing).

What? You didn’t know he was a people? He begs to differ.

Well, that didn’t work. I think I had the camera app I was using set on double exposure. I must have moved or something, because this looks nothing like a plate with orange orchids. 🙂