May is called "Birthday Month" at my house, because — well, because I say so. My birthday is on the 2nd, and I usually manage to squeeze out every good wish and trinket and restaurant meal until the bitter end.
This month ended up being "Car Month," though, because Cranky needed a new car (read all about it on his blog) — and he drove me nuts for four solid weeks, test driving, comparing, gabbing with salesmen, surfing the auto sites on the Web.
We ended up with a good selection, one that satisfies both our needs. I'm happy with it, and he is too. We didn't actually acquire it until just a few days ago, though, so "Birthday Month" was a bit eclipsed.
Oh, then it was also "Eat Local Month." Remind me never to take on a strict regimen during "Birthday Month" again. Not that I minded bowls of cherries, artichokes with homemade mayonnaise, salmon with Japanese-style pressed pickles and rice... But it was a little difficult to go out for meals (I never did get a little dessert with a candle in it).
Well. Except for today. We decided to make the most of the last day of the (Birthday-Car-Eat Local) month by having lunch on the deck of a restaurant that does make an effort to use locally sourced foods.
Best I can report to you: Creamy soup made from Full Belly Farms carrots. Delicious.
Let's not talk about the rest of the meal.
(And still no candle.)
I'm not mad.
I'm just glad the month is over.