Sunday, September 12, 2010
We went to an uber fancy dinner in downtown on Friday. We had something like a gift certificate from M's work for his 5 year anniversary with the company. We had to take advantage of our live-in babysitters before they leave this coming week.
It. Was. So. Delicious.
I've spent the whole weekend drooling over the memory of that food. Now every time I go to select food at my own house, I am overwhelmed by the not-as-fabulousness of it all. I figure, what's the point of making dinner anymore? It will never be that dinner. I might as well just go microwave a hot pocket.