Thursday, January 22, 2009
We started talking to caterers this week, and we have discovered that we are far simpler folk than we had suspected. The menus that are being prepared for us sound as though they have sprung from the minds of culinary Rembrandt's. It turns out Sarah and I are more of the Bob Ross mentality. I find myself longing for happy little chicken fingers.
Posted by Mr. Lucchese at 3:17 PM