Everyone wants to be in the kitchen

This morning, I went to the farmer's market and got a ton of stuff, because my family was having a special get-together. My sister and her boyfriend flew in from Boston for Mom and Dad's birthday/anniversary week. Mom and Dad have their birthdays and anniversary three days in a row. The picture is in my parents' kitchen.

Today, I bought eggplant, zucchini, red pepper, squash blossoms, watermelon pickle, potatoes, mozzarella, chevre, corn, gluten-free brownies, gf bread, and gf mini artichoke/three cheese crab cakes.

Tonight's dinner rocked. First, for hors d'oeuvres, we had caprese salad (tomatoes from my garden with fresh mozzarella, basil leaves, olive oil, balsamic vinegar, and a little salt) and the mini crab cakes. For dinner, we ate:

• grilled eggplant, zucchini, red peppers, and onions.
• corn on the cob
• stuffed squash blossoms with chevre
• chicken satay with peanut sauce
• fresh fruit salad

Mom had made devilled eggs but somehow they never made it to the table. And not because we ate them all.

Me (earlier in the day, before dinner, after eating three devilled eggs): I should stop eating these.
Mom: Yes you should. Save some for dinner.
Mom (later, at the end of dinner): ...and Francisco helped peel the eggs.
Me: What eggs? (smirk)
Mom: I can't believe we forgot to put out the eggs! Anyone want an egg?
Me: Not me. I helped with them earlier.
Mom: Francisco loves eggs. You should have seen him the first time he ate them. Francisco, you want an egg?
Francisco: No. I'm too full. I'm pregnant.
Bridget (sticks out her belly): Me too. (But not really. I am not breaking a news story).
Dad: That was the best dinner ever.

Shannon