We went out for Clay's office Christmas party this evening. I could gush about every course of the meal, but suffice it to say it was all delicious. Behold, my potato soup served in a Mason jar.
It is so inspiring to hear a good chef talk about food. I already knew we were in for a treat at this restaurant, but after hearing the artist talk about his art, it made me appreciate it so much more.
Deacon stayed home with my mom this evening, and my night out was interrupted by a sweet baby who refused the bottle that was left for him. Who could blame him? I certainly didn't mind taking an intermission to come home to his sweet snuggles so that he could nurse before bed.