The crab cakes were pretty good. The whole dinner was pretty yum, actually. But the most delicious thing about New Food Night this time was a moment when my 8 year old kicked ass at flying solo to get the forgotten peanut oil. Heads up, Riv. I have a lot more forgetting in my future, and I'm gonna need you.
More New Food Night blog posts thisaway:
#1 - New Food Night (and an Erasure Situation)
#2 - New Food Night and the Toothfairy dies a little
#3 - New Food Night and a missed opportunity for mediocrity