Family Time

It was Father's Day this weekend. As is not uncommon, my Father had to work on the actual day, so we celebrated our own Father's Day this evening when everyone could be home.
What's the actual date matter so long as we celebrate it at some point, right?

Dad bbq'd steak, which was delicious, and Mom made potatoes and mushroom sauce, which was delicious, and my aunt brought a salad which was delicious.
And we had dessert.

Which was delicious.

I ate far too much.
And it's the best pain I've ever been in.

My family loves to eat. We love food. We especially love good food. Decadent, well cooked, flavourful meals that make you savour every moment and then devour a whole plateful in far too short an amount of
time.

We always end up spending an hour or two or three sitting around the table afterwards visiting, telling stories and laughing.
There's a lot of laughing.
Last Sunday, my face hurt till Monday afternoon because I'd been laughing so hard at Sunday dinner with my family. My Grandmother cracks me up. ^_^

And sometimes, you laugh so hard, you think maybe, just maybe, that last helping of whatever you just ate was not such a good plan.