comfort food . . .

While still quite uncomfortable, I once again dragged the 9TS out for dinner at Carrabba's. He sits there just so long and then we bolt. Thankfully, Richard . . . our waiter . . . understands. Tonight he got the kitchen to prepare the haddock with marinara sauce. The 9TS really perked up. And since I couldn't make up my mind and was asking about bruschetta, Richard came back with a caprese salad with pesto sauce. I think I died and went to heaven. Perfect. One more time folks: what's not to love about garlic! Happily, we waddled out the door.