So today we celebrated the last birthday in the trifecta of November birthdays: mine. I'm thirty-five today; and, to quote my mom, I don't look a day over thirty-four. Flamenco Dad had a looong day at work today, but he still managed to surprise me with some lovely chocolates and a book I've been meaning to read. The kiddies drew an adorable birthday picture for me which will go into my file containing all their artwork.
I made a simple dinner--hey, I wasn't about to get all creative in the kitchen today. So I made a simple roast chicken with herbs and some yuca. Those who are not familiar with it should give it a shot. It goes by many names: cassava, manioc, etc.--but it's wonderful. It's a traditional root vegetable served in Latino homes. Sorry, I don't have a photo of it, but I'll google it tomorrow and post one.
I'm off to bed. Tomorrow afternoon we hit the road.