Last night, after a nice two finger snapper of Basil Hayden’s Bourbon on the rocks, before I fell asleep, I was left with the question from Kathy floating, “What do you want for your birth day celebration meal?”
I slept like a rock.
But, this morning it was mostly all there, just waiting for my brain to click on:
Hamburger steak with Worcestershire and butter, patty’d just before, and Mesquite marinated chicken off the grill, our potato salad with the cooked dressing, Garlic French bread sliced on the bias, spatula’d off the hamburger and mesquite charred grates, and the ‘Death by Chocolate’ Bundt cake with shiny Dutch cocoa glaze I made last year (I think it was for my birthday) with home made ice cream to top it off.
If that doesn’t get a great “braaaaaap” out of the most delicate of you, nothing will.
I’ll be 69 on the 21st, and deserve a proper grin and an auditory approval as a send off into the 70’s.
This is no time to be dainty.
A little more medieval would be justified, proper and poetic, are invited.  LOL

Rdd