That's right, me and my roomies had dinner with Michael Bublé last night. We received a personal invitation a few weeks ago and have literally been counting down the days to this epic meal. Ok, fine, if you read this post from August you would realize that we have a friend who we think resembles Michael Bublé. It's gotten to the point where we sometimes forget what his real name is because we always call him Bublé. And since me and my roomies have the habit of shortening words, the nickname Bublé has progressed to Boobz which has progressed to... ↓
|He's handling the evolution of his nickname quite well ;)|
To start we had cheese and crackers alongside a french baguette with oil & balsamic vinegar.
I polished the plate except for half of my steak which I'll be enjoying today. I think Dr. Ransom (endocrinologist who gave us nutrition lectures in Med I) would be proud. He can ignore my multiple servings of brie cheese. Hey, what fun is life if you can't indulge once in a while?
Dessert was the pièce de résistance: blueberry grunt served with vanilla ice cream. We learned that it's a traditional Nova Scotian recipe...who would have thought? It makes me proud to be a Maritimer :).
|Baked to perfection...|
|Served with love...|
|And consumed with utmost satisfaction!|