Life

So I was look­ing for some­thing else, and I hap­pened across our wed­ding invi­ta­tion. You know it’s love when she lets you get away with putting “RSVP or else” on the card.

Pho­tos:

Front

Inside

My wife found a recipe for roast­ed veg­etable and chick­en chili in last mon­th’s Chate­laine mag­a­zine. We made it for sup­per tonight. Makes a lot–I had to trans­fer the onion-toma­to-bean com­bo to a stock pot just to have room in the pan to cook the chicken–and oh my word does it ever taste good. We served it up with sour cream, sal­sa, green onions, and some grat­ed cheese. Six peo­ple ate from the pot–a cou­ple with very hearty appetites–and there’s still near­ly six cups of chili left. Mmmmmmmmmm.

We also had cake. My wife’s birth­day was a cou­ple weeks ago, and my broth­er-in-law brought over a Safe­way cake. It’s kind of a stu­pid tra­di­tion that he and I have to try and eat mon­strous pieces of Safe­way cake. So we did. My dar­ling wife (whose new nick­name is The Enabler) cut us each a sixth of the cake. Pho­tos will come lat­er, once I’ve tak­en them off the cam­era, but for now, rest assured that the cake is all gone. All. Gone. Two lay­ers, ten eight inch­es diam­e­ter, half-inch-thick icing… I think my bro-in-law almost died, but after a quick break, he was back to fin­ish off his piece. Sug­ar shock, hell yeah.

Then we played cards, and then every­one petered out and went home, and here I am doing up a blog post. I’m almost done, I think. Ok, I’m done.