Surf and Turf c/o D. and B.

While my childhood memory was being shattered by present day development, D. was creating us dinner. With his bare hands. Well. Cooking may be the better word. B. made a lovely salad.
And there was salmon.
And steak.
And roasted potatoes too, though there isn't any proof. I know they were there, I have faith...in the existence of potatoes I ate two or three weeks ago. I just finished reading a book all about faith and space. The end. Thanks to D. and B. for a lovely meal!