Twenty-One, Twice

I'm generally not a fan of birthdays – not because of some traumatic birthday event but because I just prefer regular days that turn awesome. But I'm super fortunate to have friends who refused to let me ignore my birthday yesterday. I'm very grateful to them that they insisted we celebrate; I felt quite pampered and loved.

Here are the angels now:

Blake, Erin, Erika, Bonita, and Anna

We had a (mostly) paleo picnic in the backyard. There is no photographic evidence of the tres leches cake with meringue and caramel on the top, but trust me when I say, it was deliciously decadent and worth every gram of sugar.

Take a look at the food:

We had Moroccan grilled salmon with mango-avocado salsa, Moroccan orange salad, cucumber & artichoke salad, fresh coconut and strawberries, almond-stuffed dates, riceless smoked salmon sushi (with avocado, red pepper, carrot, and cucumber), and pink champagne. Best party spread EVER.

I'm going to post my recipes for the salmon and orange salad over the next few days. Maybe if y'all are lucky, Erika and Blake will cough up their recipes, too. (What do you say, ladies?)