In true holiday form, we carved up some pumpkins this weekend with neighbors and friends, Chris and Sheena. All the pumpkins had their own personalities by the end of the night. (Smarty, Evil, Cheesy and Friendly)
And officially, Mike has walked across the stage, accepted the applause and graduated from culinary school. All the recent celebrating has dulled the memory of early 5am mornings, 5 days a week - late nights, a sometimes fragily exhausted husband, late night black box cooking practice and in the end the feeling that we had missed the summer together. But it was a journey that only some travel and it will most likely be the best financial investment I will ever make. Congrats to Chef Mike!
1 comment:
I wanna see the belly!
I miss ya,
luv, megs
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