A Concert, A Parade, And A Feast. A Fitting End To My Birthday Celebrations.

All good things must end, and so, on Saturday night, my month-long riot of birthday festivities came to a close.

 The last day of fiesta started with a special birthday performance by the lovely and talented
Mirabel Davidson;the premiere of a piece she composed specifically for the occasion.
We were all in awe of her mad, multi-rhythmic drumming skills.

 Next came The Parade of the Surviving Chickens, featuring Luciya, John, Heena, and Shybone. 

The poignant spectacle brought a tear to many an eye.

And then it was time for the feast. Beginning, of course, with a slow-roasted pork shoulder
stuffed with prunes, onions, garlic, walnuts, and sage, then covered with salt, pepper,
and fennel seeds.

Potatoes dug from Aston's garden (California potatoes smuggled into Idaho!) and roasted 

with garlic and rosemary.

My beloved pork-jowl bacon as a condiment.

Lightly-sauteed green beans with garlic, slivered almonds, and Parmesan cheese.

And family to share it all with. Life is sweet indeed.

Also, enough leftovers to keep us swimming in pork for most of the week!

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