Leg O' Lammmmmmmmmmmb

My beloved T had his birthday this April 23. Lilo had cheerfully given him his special present a month earlier, when, he led daddy to his, "Shhhh this is a surprise we need to hide it from Papa place" so my T-lah had to be content with the white trashy gifts I procured from CVS Drugstore on the actual day. (The day was fraught anyhow as I was RUSHED to my doc, for a bit of...erm... girl bit trouble.... My bits were set to rights by the not-so-hot Dr. Darcy. Man I must've been inhaling post -partum fumes, the guy is NOWHERE near as hot as my fevered imagination had conjured him up. In fact he was jaw droopingly plain. Can anti-depressants make you insane? What a disappointment. Well, at least I don't have to wear makeup to the Gyn anymore.)
Once I got home we spent a pleasant afternoon, I toddled off to work wrangling cats, ie teaching acting to 9 Y.O's and when I got home we settled in for G and T's and the birthday boy made a SPECTACULAR and soon to be legendary Leg of Lamb, sweet carrots, mashed pots and asparagus dinner. Seems rum for the celebrant to also be the chef, but Oh such deliciosity. The Lamb was tender yet crusty and fragrant. It took me back to my days among the English and their unfairly maligned cooking. (I did lose 30 lbs in Oxford tho'....) The carrots were sweetly tender and popped in your mouth, the Pots were full of garlic and rosemary, and the asparagus were fresh. We topped it off with cake ala Miriam Shelton.... Oh such a delight. I hadn't eaten in two days, thanks to my oral fix-ation, but I tucked in with such gusto that I exhausted myself and fell asleep on the couch.... whoops...
Tig, you are my love and my L n M. Happy Birthday!!!!!!