A Birthday to Remember

Last week, I threw a surprise birthday party in honor of Jamey’s 30th. In order to not understate the results of this event, I have to admit that it was pretty much epic.

Dancing the night away on the Carolina Belle.

As soon as I got home from work, Jamey and I hopped in the car and headed toward a mysterious location. I did a good job keeping this destination secret from him, and I have to compliment his friends as well for keeping everything under wraps.

We turned and twisted down familiar roads until arriving at the Maritime Center. By then, Jamey guessed we were doing a cruise; I confirmed, but he still didn’t know the full plan. Continue reading

Back home and booking it

It’s funny: even if we take a few days off from the blog, Jamey and I still spend so many conversations planning future posts. “Oh, take a picture! That’d be a good blog post!” and “Should we make this? We could blog about it…would probably be popular with the readers,” etc. are two of many topics we throw around. We truly are devoted to all of you, dear readers.

I did start a new job at the end of last week, which explains where I’ve been. And can you believe it? Jamey is finally back in town!

To start the weekend off right, Jamey and I went to our favorite nearby Greek restaurant and ordered this:

The Super Steve/Sam whoever Special. So glad we have leftovers right about now.

Jamey suggested I take a picture before we dig in, but $18.99 for this whole stinkin’ thing? You better believe we split that delicious puppy with two side salads and an extra helping of Greek potatoes. The shrimp are my favorite part, so Jamey in all his thoughtfulness began to brainstorm how we can recreate the shrimp Jamey&Claire-style. (We’re thinking this seasoning might do the trick, which is what we use to give our Greek burgers an awesome kick. Now to figure out how they sauté those shrimp to get them just right…) Continue reading

R&R

Yesterday afternoon, Jamey and I sat on our porch and basked in the late Sunday rays, books in hand and bellies full of a great Easter brunch.

Our front porch.

Jamey lounged on the chaise while I sprawled out over the rocker, and we mindlessly chatted about our house and the passers-by.

“Jamey, what should we write our blog post about tomorrow?” Most of our Sunday afternoons are spent tossing around this question. We review what we’ve recently cooked, who we’ve spent our time with, and what’s amused us the past few days.

Jamey closed his book and stretched. “I don’t know. What have we done this weekend?” Continue reading