Zoee and Nancy and I decided to go on a hike. At sundown. Not our brightest idea, but still really cool. Afterwards, when prompted what I wanted to eat for diner, I replied, “cobbler.” To most this would be a passing joke; to Nancy, a.k.a. gourmet-a-palooza, it was a genuine request. Here are some pictures of the late night feast that ensued. Love these ladies.
Salmon with a citrus marinade, Swiss chard in a balsamic reduction, cous cous, a homemade berry cobbler and homemade vanilla bean ice cream. In the words of my dad, “if it’s worth doing, it’s worth doing right.”