Last Sunday

We decided to have our traditional seven course meal on Sunday.  Of course we invited our Clarissa to join us.

First we took advantage of the gorgeous, windy weather and walked down our path to fly kites.  (By way of walking uphill first only to realize there were too many power lines.)

The colorful kites and blue sky and snowy mountains were a stunning combination.  Clarissa and I decided my dad would call it the most beautiful day in the history of the world.

I will never get tired of blue skies.

The rest of us had changed out of our church clothes but Braeden wore this all day, with the gold sunglasses Grandma Geri gave him.  The heart wants what the heart wants.

Here's Emma helping launch the kite for Clarissa:

And then for my extremely fancy and artsy shots:

What is that blue-green dot on the left?  Maybe a UFO?

Over Adam's shoulder:

Mark was there too but he eluded the camera.

We went home to prepare our feast.

We set a festive table:

a chocolate initial at each place

Mark and Adam made the appetizer, baked eggs and mushrooms which  I was skeptical of, but it was Mark's choice and it turned out quite good.

the kitchen got really messy...this doesn't even begin to illustrate that

Emma also made a pesto cream cheese spread for crostini. 

Braeden assembled the caprese skewers.  Well, first he artfully arranged the ingredients:

he put extra balsamic vinegar on mine because he knows how I am

We had carrot ginger soup, which was a crowd pleaser.

The palate cleansing lemon sorbet:

The steak and grilled asparagus:

The dessert, chocolate covered cherries:

And the cheese:

Now I'm hungry.

And there aren't leftovers...