Mother's Day Postmortem

We survived. The best part of the day (don't tell my kids) was going to Mass alone. We actually all went Saturday afternoon for Doug's nephew's First Holy Communion and since it was the Sunday liturgy we fulfilled our Sunday obligation. On Sunday, however, our beautiful seminarian/deacon was celebrating his last Mass at our parish, and I wanted to give him a little gift. So, I went alone. It was bliss, I tell you.

I digress from the topic at hand -- food. The burgers were just o.k. (actually I didn't eat one, but they looked a little dry and we were apparently out of ketchup unbeknownst to the chief grocery shopper and chef -- don't ask); the Chili Sauce and kosher beef dogs were very good; the corn salad was, as always, awesome; the fruit was good, considering most of it came from other nations a bazillion miles away (strawberries, blackberries, blueberries, cantaloupe and red grapes); the salsa was spicy and the chips were salty and crunchy (a blog post on homemade corn chips later); the sangria was divine; and the Tres Leches cake was so-so, although my company all enjoyed it. I apologize that I did not get one picture. I blame the sangria.

I hope your Mother's Day was blissful, or at the very least, not painful.

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