This weekend I celebrated my something-somethieth birthday. On Saturday morning I woke up to streamers and balloons and felt much younger than my something-something years. Thank you TB!

For the past 5 years or so, it's been a tradition for TB and I to round up a few friends and head over to my favorite restaurant, La Louisiane, to celebrate our pants off. We began the evening with an assortment of appetizers: crab cakes, hush puppies (spicy deep-fried cornmeal dumplings), and sweet potato fries with cajun mayonnaise. I ordered my usual paneed breast of chicken and shrimp (I can't resist the Creole green mustard peppercorn sauce). For desert I had the bread pudding, while others ordered delectable confections like the bananas foster (bananas and vanilla ice cream in a warm sauce of butter, brown sugar, cinnamon, dark rum, and banana liqueur), and the chocolate pecan pie.

It makes for a bright spot in an otherwise bleak month. The other bright spot this February is ... ta da! ... larger photographs on my blog. Yay!