Yesterday, my husband, Clif, said, “I wish wedding anniversaries happened more than once a year.”

I could see his point. On Sunday, Shannon and Mike came over to our house to cook us something special in honor of our thirty-fourth wedding anniversary.

Oh, the food they made: puff pastry cheese straws; sausage simmered in wine and spices; homemade tortilla chips; curried pancakes; pork moo-shu; plum sauce; and rice. For dessert—a layered parfait consisting of pound cake pieces spread with raspberry jam, whipped cream mixed with lemon curd, and strawberries.

Clif and I ate and ate. Maybe it’s just as well we only have one wedding anniversary a year.