"What did we eat for dinner last NYE?"
This question was posed to me by the missus moments ago. I remember ending up at the neighbors' house up the street, eating tons of wonderful Cuban and Latino food (including, IIRC, fried pork belly), dancing (not me, necessarily), hanging out in the backyard in what I recall as 70 degree temperatures. But what on earth did we eat before we headed down to the Cuban bash?
It took about 2 seconds before I realized that whatever it was, I most likely took a picture of it. I don't know why I do what I do, but I do it. Hell I've been taking crappy pictures of crappy food since 1998 or so.
A quick look at the 20061231 folder brings us to the answer...