Mike’s big sister Gena turned 21 *see footnote* on Saturday, so we celebrated with the family in Augusta that evening. We ate dinner at the Boll Weevil Cafe – apparently one of Paula Dean’s faves. My salad was sub-par and the fried green tomatoes didn’t exactly throw a party in my mouth, although Gena said her shrimp and grits were scrumptious and the spinach dip got good reviews from the table. I’m glad I didn’t show up with a hearty appetite. I also didn’t appreciate the typo on their menu.
What’s a chocolate chipe?
It was good company, though, and the dessert was definitely the high point. OH MY GOSH Y’ALL. Cake slices the size of your torso! NOM NOM NOM.
I love Jamison. Seriously. He’s like the only child in the history of children that I haven’t been afraid of.
*swoon* I hope our kids look like the Feef.
I’d definitely go back to the Boll Weevil for dessert if nothing else.
*A real lady never reveals her age. Or is it weight? Either way. NOT TELLING.