The table

I'm sitting here in stretchy pants and a Led Zeppelin sweatshirt, but I pulled off a decent formal dinner and here is the proof. Add platters of rosemary-rubbed roast beef and lamb, boats of gravy, bottles and bottles of wine, Julia Child's creamed brussels sprouts, a couple of pies, and there you have it. The cherry pie had a butt-cheek imprint in it because Gavin sat on it in the car, but it had foil on it, so we ate it anyway.

GTFO, CAT, I'M A FANCY HOME BLOGGER