Last night Mom took me out with all of my aunts for a birthday feast at The Keg. (Happy birthday, Pat! Happy birthday, Beryl!) I got the baseball cut sirloin knowing that I wasn't going to be able to eat much of it, but Marti was at home and I know he can't resist a perfect medium rare steak! So, I "let her" splurge on me and I nibbled to my heart's content until I thought I was full. Well, I was full until the waitress brought up dessert!

And who am I to deprive my dear sweet baby inside of a little creme brulee? It wasn't really more food anyway since it's made with cream and egg yolks. Those are liquids originally, right? I thought of it like a big glass of milk and down the hatch it went in about 10 seconds flat!

We need our calcium, you know!