Forty Three

To be Captain Obvious, I'm getting to this post quite a bit later than I hoped, but here it is and better never than late, no, better late than some far off ridiculous point in the future like once Todd turns 44.  It's only been a little over a week since his special day, but somehow it feels like an eternity. The day also didn't go as planned as he ended up hauling grain, but I tried to make up for that a bit by making him two, yes two special dinners.  I know, I know - awesome wife. One the night before, where we had roast pork and crème brulee for dessert.  On the 15th, there was cake for dessert, but the main course was classic chicken fettuccine alfredo and focaccia bread.  That bread was so flavourful it flavoured the entire house!  The alfredo was so rich, that when it cooled it became an oddly shaped block of butter. I needed a chisel to get it off the plate.  But it was good.  Very good.

I'll let the photos tell the rest of the story...