Little Boy Blue....

We had friends for supper on Saturday night.  And since it was scheduled as a late dinner, Mercer was too sleepy to stay up to even greet them.  He missed out on the awesome salsas, the delicious Caribbean chicken and the fact that his mother finally cooked rice, real rice, not instant rice, correctly!  (yea, me). He missed the mango margaritas and the bottle of Napa wine that we shared.  He missed hours of laughing so hard my head hurt about things he wouldn’t really understand, anyway. 

But, what I think he truly missed out on was dessert.  Our guest made a homemade blueberry pie with  homemade vanilla ice cream.  It was perfect.  Blueberries at their ripest, perfectly sweetened and spiced enveloped in a rich buttery crust served warm and topped off with icy cold vanilla goodness that just melted into the confection.  Blueberry.  Pie.  Utopia.

Because our friends are awesome, they insisted we keep the leftovers. 

Which means Mercer lucked out and got to partake in them on Sunday.  As you can see, he wasn’t quite as into it as we were.  But that’s fine with us, because we get to eat what he doesn’t.  This can be kinda gross when it’s cold hot dog pieces…but when it comes to blueberry pie – we hit the jackpot!  NOM NOM NOM NOM NOM.

Besides, what does he know from good food, yet?  He thinks Animal Crackers are delicious…

I'm not sure about this....

Wait..ya know...this isn't bad...

What?  I'm eating it.

This looks like a crime scene photo....

Big thanks to N.T. for a helluva summer dessert – Bravo girl!

And as an aside, look who enjoys "Spaghettio's" as much as Little Aunt Drea did...