|Above image of spinach and cheese strata via Smitten Kitchen, as the one whipped up by me was simply too delectable to allow even a spare moment to capture photographically. Seriously. Make this. It is soooo good.|
So that means no photos of the mimosas galore, the mountain of Fairmount bagels and buttery croissants from Mamie Clafoutis, or my friend Eric's fluffy, decadent homemade eggnog that managed to convert even me despite my three decades as a staunch anti-eggnogger, no evidence of my ill-timed duck fat potatoes which failed to crisp up as intended, no sign of the to-die-for spinach and cheese strata that turned out as scrumptious as I'd hoped, and no pics of my gorgeous friends who managed to look stunning even on a Sunday morning or of my Mom joining in the fun. And no shots of my make-out session with the dishwasher post-party. Whatever would I do without it? The good news is, I'm dying to do it all over again. Maybe next time I'll even delegate the documentation duties.