With a pantry more bare than I could ever imagine, I still haven’t attempted to cut back on my fine, fatty dining.  Perhaps I’m prepping for the holidays?

I think it’s more likely that after a dairy downward spiral, I always need one last bang of a Sunday meal before starting fresh on a Monday.

Robbie picked Bailey’s, the perfect spot for pure glutton.  We sat outside on a glorious mid-70’s fall, Florida day and ate every last bit of every little thing on our plates.

See you tomorrow veggies!!