Friday was Keen’s birthday. He turned a whopping 37 years old! (SO old!) For a quick trip (sans
kid), we went overnight to
First we met with friends for lunch and they had this great spread of farmer market and dock-fresh goodies (Black Cod, Albacore, cheese and fruit, yum!). Then we hit the city, did a little shopping, and checked out this wonderful French Bistro where the plates were huge. (We accidentally over-ordered… the bloating wasn’t pretty.) The next morning we went to this legendary brunch at the Ritz-Carlton… a brunch we had always heard about but never gone to, and oh my god did it live up to the hype! That one is going to be a yearly treat, at least. Remember that three pounds I lost at Blogher? Yeah, those are back on, plus a few more.
It may sound strange but this was actually a perfect way to celebrate Keen’s birthday weekend (though he insists the trip wasn’t for his birthday). Keen is a classic foodie… he does all the cooking at home (and is damn good at it), he knows more about food than I thought possible from someone who isn’t trained, and I swear he’s learned enough French from cooking shows that he’s one audio cassette lesson from being fluent. (Me? I just really, really, really like to eat.) He is also fantastic at remembering what wines I like (because I don’t know) and answering my questions even if I’ve asked them a million times before. (I know that sounds really lame but I need that brain power for other things.)
We both had a ball. I enjoyed it for the food… but I also really enjoy seeing Keen in his element. Knowing how much he loves it, and knowing he appreciates it on a deeper level than I do, just makes it more of a special occasion.
Wine, cheese, and my guy… what’s better than that?
Here's to you, babe, Happy Birthday!