I purposely didn't eat anything that morning because I wanted to be able to eat as much as I possibly could at the brunch... Now there's a goal to be proud of, eh?
We had a beautiful table looking out across the river at the city. We ate and talked and ate and talked. My brother-in-law had asked my mom earlier how long she thought we'd be gone, and she told him to plan on us being gone the entire afternoon!
This was the view from our table:
After several hours of delicious food, we went home and relaxed, and then reconvened at our house for cake, presents, and general merriment :-)
Another one of Pittsburgh's classics graced our table last night - the inimitable Prandtl's toasted almond torte. Don't even try to copy this one people - go straight to the source on Walnut Street in Shadyside. A special shout-out is due to my little sis, who braved a screaming two-month-old and an unplanned trip through the Liberty Tubes in an effort to bring home this delightful dessert. To thumbs up, Cara. 100% worth it.
We dusted off our family tradition, the Fella Jar (that's a whole different blog post), and feted Mom with praise and accolades on her big day. She had plenty of help blowing out her candles!
Happy Birthday Mom! Hope your day was as wonderful as you are!