We celebrated with a little bubbly -- a lovely and crisp rosé -- to accompany our cake.
Friday night, we went to No. 9 Park, a French and Italian restaurant downtown.
Corn velouté poured over little cubes of foie gras and summer truffles
Prune-stuffed gnocchi (wonderful little pillows)
Roasted hake over corn, butter-poached lobster, and fresh (!) chanterelles
My surprise birthday dessert (chocolate decadence with marshmallow cream and cinnamon ice cream)
Trio of assorted ice creams
Our waitress was friendly and gave great suggestions, and the food -- oh, the food! -- so flavorful and perfectly cooked (I think I have a favorite new fish).
Over the weekend Nick, Mom and I walked through the Public Garden...
...and then drove up the North Shore to Crane Beach and Russell Orchards, where we picked our own apples and picnicked. The day was gorgeous, and we fortunately had more luck than last year's apple-picking expedition.
It was a bit of a team effort: at first, for any I couldn't reach, I would point and Nick would pick.
After a while, we decided we needed a little more height.
Heavier by 15 lb of Gala, Honeycrisp, Gingergold, McIntosh apples (as well as a couple bottles of cider and half a dozen cider donuts), we returned home utterly successful.
I would say it was a pretty spectacular birthday. Faithful blog followers, stay tuned for when I get settled and can inaugurate my new kitchen. For now, I'm enjoying getting to know my new/old town.
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