Happy Birthday, Mr Time on Her Hands

Due to technical problems (well, okay, it was just lazy) this birthday brunch is being substituted for birthday lunch. It's not chocolate cake, but it'll do (in some circles). Three candles to represent his "thirties" (it would have been cruel to be more specific).
Here's what I ate--a delicious grilled eggplant wrapped around grilled asparagus and goat cheese, on a bed of baby greens with cherry tomatoes. I think my first "food porn" photos turned out pretty well.
This little guy graced us with a charming concert as we dined. Or he was tormenting Katie-dog. Either way, since I wasn't about to sing Happy Birthday, I'm glad someone did the job.

For those who know Mr Time well enough, don't worry. He didn't actually eat the cole slaw on his plate, so the world is not about to stop spinning and fall out of the sky!