Jamaican Jerk Meatballs

I don't know what the fascination is that people have with taking pictures of food. It's just food, you eat it and it is gone, and then you eat more of it, no need for pictures to remember what is nourishing our bodies!

But today when Max pulled his Jamaican Jerk Meatballs from the oven, a smell filled the house that made everyone within a 1/2 mile radius salivate. The first thing RaVoe says is "Oh! someone take a picture!"

Almost like we all wanted to remember that moment forever, of Max handsomely cooking us all a Sunday meal, of the idea/anticipation that we were all going to partake in something that would make us, if for a moment, so happy. of the gaze upon the platter of meatballs like they were truly a work of art.

If it wasn't for Jon Diaz who showed up at the end of the meal trying to convince me to marry him, it would have been a perfect evening. Perfect enough for a picture.