A feast is called for! Or not! That's true whether in 1800's France being served roasted peacock by waiters on horseback or today grabbing some Wagyu ribeye and cheetos and call it a meal
We dined at Scarpas, a fine restaurant in Boca Grande, FL. Two other couples celebrated with us, the Slacks and the Parsons. I ordered the Snapper Milanese
while my wife, Maze, ordered the veal cannelloni. The snapper was by far the best selection, and we shared a Caesar salad with special house made dressing.
The evening was rich in conversation as we shared what the glue was that held each of us together for almost 50 years.
We dined at Scarpas, a fine restaurant in Boca Grande, FL. Two other couples celebrated with us, the Slacks and the Parsons. I ordered the Snapper Milanese
while my wife, Maze, ordered the veal cannelloni. The snapper was by far the best selection, and we shared a Caesar salad with special house made dressing.
The evening was rich in conversation as we shared what the glue was that held each of us together for almost 50 years.
Your reference to "the glue" is an opening, I hope, to ask you to generalize about what that glue was for each couple, sans names, of course.
I did nothing this year but have cooked or prepared special meals in the past just for the fun of it.
Thx. I have a feeling V-Day isn't going away so you'll have ample opportunities in the future . . . .