After two months of preparation, we finally celebrated The Momma’s party on a sunny day with no snow to thwart travel!  Her girlfriends came from all over & we had a fantastic morning celebrating one hell of a woman.  After my announcement to the family on Friday regarding my current mental health, The Momma quickly offered to cancel the brunch.  I refused since everything was already planned, purchased, & most of it was cooked & frozen.  She & Nate were instrumental in pulling this off, which made me a little sad as I wanted to absolutely treat her to everything without needing her help.  But that’s what Momma’s are for, no?

The hostess.  Somehow looking like I know what I’m doing.  I only wish I had two months to devote to preparing every single day.  Then maybe I’d be able to function.  ha.

Unfortunately, each one of my tables only seats 6 & with 8 guests, that was a no-go.  So I sat four at one, four at another, & piled both tables into the living room.  & since the tables were all lined up in the living room, our dining room acted as a temporary sitting room to welcome guests.

The Menu
Mushroom & Sausage Mini-Quiche
Stuffed French Toast
Cheddar & Dill Scones
Fruit salad
Coffee, tea, water, orange juice

Oreo truffles as favors for guests to take home.  But until then…mmmm…chocolate dipped strawberries & lemon & thyme olive oil cakes, compliments of The Pioneer Woman (all recipes to come on Best Bites when I get a moment).  Champagne for the cranberry & champagne toast to come, given by her college roommate.

“To my friend, who exemplifies my favorite F-words.” ::insert wide-eyed shock from The Momma in her Southern glory:: “Friends, family, faith, & forever.  I love you.”  Not a dry eye in the house as we raised our glasses.