Sunday Dinner

Yesterday we were invited to some friends' house for Sunday dinner and volunteered to bring fruit. I was thinking, "buy some grapes, throw them in a bowl and we're done."

My sciatic nerve was hurting so I let Tom go grocery shopping alone yesterday. He bought all kinds of fruit... forgot the grapes, but had everything else.

This morning when he asked my opinion on what we should do about the presentation I said that we should just cut it up, put it in separate bowls and be done.

Do you think that my food presentation perfectionist husband would allow such an informal occurrence? Nope. I left him to it.

When I went downstairs an hour and a half later. This was the result.

I just love him and thought this was so cute.