It's funny how quickly things can change. Last year when Gatz turned thirty, not only was I was left in charge of organizing his birthday night out, but I ended up having to throw together a last minute birthday dinner party for him as well. But this year, my oh my how times have changed... Gatz is all grown up and doesn't need me anymore.
Gatz was hosting his birthday celebration on his own and invited us (us being The Husband, Honey Jr, Honey's Honey, a couple others, and me) to his place for drinks and nibbles. Honestly, I was skeptical and was picturing frozen pizzas cut up into small slices and bowls of potato chips. But instead of that bachelor pad nightmare, we arrived to a set and very grown-up table (proving that last year's Raclette soirée was not a fluke).
Not only was the table set, but it was topped with grown-up vegetable and charcuterie plates...
Which he served with grown-up bottles of wine...
And he had even baked a tarte aux épinards et chèvre (spinach and goat's cheese tart) which I failed to take a photo of because 1. I was too busy with that grown-up wine and 2. I was too busy being shocked. But I was shocked in the most delightful and proud way.
Joyeux anniversaire Gatz!
P.S. In the interest of full disclosure, I'm going to throw this out there... it has crossed my mind that Gatz could be improving his culinary and hosting skills in an effort to woo The Husband away from Mr. London (I wouldn't put it past him)... or worse yet... maybe even from me! I'll keep you posted.