For the mate's birthday night, I had the best shrimp po boy in the world. R&O's had the genius to open a restaurant on my side of the lake. Michael and I are fanatical about their shrimp po-boys and have travelled the hour to get them every now and again. Now that they are closer to home, we don't need to go so far, though at $12 per - it will still be a big treat when we do indulge.
Then we went to our other favorite spot, MiMamacita's, for 2 margaritas each. We even did a shot of Petrone. I always advise against shots, but this was a special night, and a little tequila doesn't hurt anyone. We never donned a lampshade hat, nor swung from chandeliers. It was just a quiet, private party between a caveman and his cavewoman.
Woke up feeling happy and healthy on Father's Day. Made these pralines. I'd give Aunt Sally's in the French Quarter a run for her money.
2 comments:
Mmmmm... pralines....
slobber...
Yesterday, I found him sitting withthe canister of them, open on his lap, eating them like chips. It was the right present to get for him. I usually get him a shirt and/or pair of shorts.
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