Blogger is giving me some grief today, so just hold on.

Pileated woodpecker.

We started Feaster with a fish supper at the Fowler estate on Good Friday. The table.

Close up.

Dessert.

The back of Jose's head again, Grasshopper, Razor, TT, Sir Edwin, Michael, Bryan, and Jenelle.

Full moon rising on the way home.

On Saturday we had ribs and rice at the AKA Smith's. Yeah, you know that photos are not allowed. But here is one for the Queen of London.

And another one for old times sake.

Then, on Sunday it was back to the Fowler's for ham and turkey.

This time you get to see Jose's front, Grasshopper, Razor, TT, Sir Edwin, Bryan, Mary, and Jeri.

Trifle.

Angel cupcakes.

AND THEN, it was back to the AKA Smith's for a steak supper on Monday.

8 am this morning.

As we speak.

The bad news is that we have to cook for ourselves tonight. The good news is that we have left overs!

 
Hare, hare, hare. There I go, breaking me up again.

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