OK, today has kicked my ass completely, mostly in the form of The Perfect Storm of lady-afflictions, which I can blame solely on being on antibiotics for the past week. And while I was singing augmenten’s praises a few days ago, as the swelling and redness disappear from my leperfoot, today I curse it bitterly. Though I only have myself to blame.
The girls know what I’m talking about.
Anyway, before the storm hit, this past weekend was SUPER FANTASTIC! Because Sunday was Kev’s birthday, and we celeberated and HOW.
Saturday we slept in a bit, and I made him a big breakfast of fried eggs and sausage. And then we were under STRICT INSTRUCTION to not eat anything for the rest of the day. So that we would have plenty of room…
FOR MEAT!
Yes, folks, for Kev’s slightly early birthday dinner, I treated him to a night out at Fogo de Chao, a churrascaria. Which is portuguese for “we will feed you meat until your eyeballs explode.”
Here is Kevin:
Here is Kevin with MEAT!
Seriously, folks. We ate ALOT of meat.
not even HALF of it…
And after we both had flipped our coasters to the red side for the last time, and told our waiter that no way did we have room for dessert (in fact, I even told him “if you have room for dessert here, you’ve done it completely wrong.”),
this happened:
we had to eat it. it was complimentary! complimentary flan!
I was SO full that I was actually drunk. Meat drunk! The half bottle of wine probably contributed, but I did get a little silly. The IMPORTANT thing was that the birthday boy had a GREAT dinner - even though we didn’t have any coupons (heh).
We waddled home, and after passing out (meat drunk!) for a bit, we’d digested just enough to enjoy very tiny pieces of Kev’s birthday cake.
lime cheesecake! tangy!
Even though we’d both swore we’d never be able to eat again, we woke up Sunday morning hungry. Go figure. Kev decided that since it was OFFICIALLY his birthday, he wanted biscuits for breakfast. Poop. I was out of my “homemade” biscuits - of the dough-boy variety. So, ONLY because it was his birthday, I whipped up a batch of REAL honest to goodness homemade biscuits. Only I didn’t have any buttermilk, so I used regular milk and lemon juice, so they were only SORT of authentically southern.
not too shabby, if I dare say so myself.
We gobbled them down, slathered in butter and plum preserves. Mmmm…goood…
Lounged around for the rest of the day (ahhh, Sundays…) and then got our butts up to go grab some pizza and then catch Hellboy at the cheapie theater.
So Kevin, did you have a good weekend? Was it the best birthday weekend ever?
“Oh yeahhhhh…”
Heh… we went to a churrascaria with some friends a few years back. The guys (being guys) weighed themselves before and after, and had a contest to see who ate the most meat. My hubby gained 8 pounds and LOST. The winner gained 10, which was more than 5% of his body weight. It was insane.
Looks like Kev had a great birthday! Happy slightly belated!
Happy (late) birthday to Kev.
Go MEAT!
this stuff is awesome:
http://www.sacofoods.com/culteredbuttermilkblend.html
Sending birthday wishes to Kev! Hope he knows what a lucky man he is to have a wife that bakes his bday cake! Mail me a slice please.
Meat! I’ve always wanted to go to Fogo and I will one day! What was your favorite meat? I hear they have a salad bar too?
AND fresh biscuits? Happy Birthday Kevin!
We used to have a churrascaria here, but it got run into the ground. I wish it hadn’t because it was an AWESOME experience. Also, Happy Birthday Kev! And Also, I love that his expression never changes in the photos.
I LOVE Brasilian BBQ! Give me meat, meat with a side of meat, please!
Gurrrllll. I loves me some Fogo! I can totally relate to being “meat drunk.” HYS-TER-I-CAL!
I think a churrascaria would be a waste on me. I eat meat and prefer to eat meat, so it’s not like I’m a vegetarian, but I just can’t hold enough to make the price worth it. Same these days with Chinese and other buffets and all you can eat diner dinners. I usually wind up taking home half of a normal restaurant’s portions even when I don’t eat much of the salad.
I wonder what I’d do with JUST an all you can eat dessert bar?