For my son's birthday proper we did dinner at his favorite place and went to a midnight showing of Bohemian Rhapsody which was incredible - we both loved it. They had reclining chairs and slurpees! He goes to the movies all the time but I never do so he enjoyed watching me marvel at things as if I was new to this planet.
For his day after birthday dinner (because I will stretch their celebrations) I made homemade pizza. Well, Boboli, so home assembled more than made, but still. Hand crafted.
Now before you read on and assume I'm a mom from the book of Jrod or Nog I'll have you know these are his favorite toppings. He orders this when having pizza delivered and yes, always needs to verify it's a real order and he's not kidding.
So...atop the Boboli crust was some pizza sauce, mozzarella, pepperoni, Italian sausage, mushrooms, black olives, and onion. So far so normal.
Also imagine a normal amount of garlic one would put on a pizza and double it. Then imagine the amount of anchovies you would consider too much on a pizza and double it.
A generous amount of jalapenos, blue cheese, and feta cheese. Anchovy oil drizzled over the top.
He loved every bite and is sleeping like a baby. I, on the other hand, have second hand heartburn just from being in close proximity.
I know he's an adult and I am so proud of the man he's become ... but I still love fussing over him. He's still my baby.