Saturday, June 27, 2009

You Don't Serve Me Flowers

I certainly can't voice this complaint to my guy. Flowers turned up on our salmon dinner the other night.

So pretty. I gingerly scraped off most of the flowers though because I've never really bought into the whole edible flower thing. But one of those carnation-looking thingies kind of accidentally made it into my mouth, and you know, mixed in with the right combination of salmon and martini after-taste it wasn't so bad. I definitely ate my greens-- and pinks and purples and yellows that night. Speaking of martinis . . .

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