It sure is hot in Santa Monica and I mean HOT, humid and did I say hot?

Yesterday was that godchild’s 1^st Birthday and the parental’s had a party in his honor. What? When it is my birthday there is not much fanfare at all. OK, maybe a special treat, a photo and a nod on Facebook, but not a gourmet meal of recipes they are creating for the new cookbook and all the fixins.

People came from as far away as Georgia, Missouri and Italy. I of course was on my best behavior and tried to steal as much attention from the little man as I could. I decided to lie in the middle of the party and had people just walk over me. They were in MY backyard after all.  I made sure everyone could see me and ooh and aah over me versus that little person – I’m at least 3x his size so I figure that counts for something!

All in all, it was a good time and everyone enjoyed the gourmet food and satisfying conversation.

Mom has been busy with trainings, analyzing recipes and writing and Dad is still pretty sick but we are all holding tight together in this heat.

Please send your ice cubes to Santa Monica and maybe a few treats for me as well.

Love

Perry