It’s Rachel’s Table‘s birthday!
Rachel is a fellow blogger I’m lucky enough to call a real-life friend, though we met through the magical blogosphere.
Back in April, when I celebrated my
31st 21st birthday, Rachel gathered a bunch of bloggy friends to write haikus for me.
Dear Rachey-Poo Head,
That was the Best. Present. Ever.
I’m sorry. I don’t know where the “chocolate bacon” came from.
I think about Rachel all the time.
I thought of Rachel when I texted my hub, Peppermeister, about Monday night’s dinner:
I thought of Rachel when I made last night’s dinner, and Peppermeister left me a bowl of his mysterious homegrown peppers. Surely I couldn’t put any in the bacon turkey meatloaf without trying them first?
I’m not sure your present has arrived, Rache, so spoiler alert: It’s to recognize your Peppermeister Roulette (hot pepper tasting) victory against the man himself:
In all seriousness, Rachel is one of those undeniably special people who is not only talented, beautiful and clever, but
always knows just what to say to let you know she’s there for you, and she gets it she’ll totally hook you up with the Amish bacon. I hope you’ll join me in wishing her a VERY happy birthday!
If you had to wear someone’s face on your chest, whose would it be (besides Rachel’s) and why? (Bet you didn’t think you’d be answering that question today.)