Father’s Day Feast

Forget the mamaw bathing suit with knee length skirt, I’m going full body coverage after today’s Fathers Day feast. Our morning started with quiche Lorraine, crispy bacon, and fresh fruit. G gave the meal two thumbs up and didn’t even think about asking for the Texas Pete hot sauce (a sure sign that my cooking skills are improving).

For lunch, we had leftover Parmesan crusted pork chops, squash casserole (which was much better the second time around), and tomatoes and cucumbers with feta cheese. No meal is complete without a dessert, so we topped off our leftover lunch with a fabulously delicious strawberry cake with whipped topping. The cake (found on the side of the strawberry Duncan Hines cake mix) was moist and light and the icing was enough to put my dreams of wearing my old skinny jeans to an end–permanently.

Supper was even better than breakfast and lunch. G grilled up the all time best BBQ chicken. The chicken had marinated for two days in Italian Dressing so it was tender and cooked to perfection. Add sweet corn and tomatoes as a side and round two of the strawberry cake, and you’ve got two very fat and happy Harvey’s.

Aside from eating way too much, G and I spent Father’s Day chasing crab crawler around the house. She is officially into everything. And at eight months, she’s learned that she can get away with just about anything by flashing a big smile and a call out for dada. God love our sweet baby girl; I know she’s going to be a handful! Between cooking and feasting, this was the only picture I managed to take of MR all day.