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  Bananas Foster, baby.

Bananas Foster, baby.

A couple of weeks ago, my mom celebrated a milestone birthday.* So this weekend, my sister and her family flew down from California to Texas, and we took our parents to brunch to celebrate, at the famous Brennan’s of Houston.

  Because it’s not really a New Orleans restaurant until a jazz band serenades you.

Because it’s not really a New Orleans restaurant until a jazz band serenades you.

  My mom makes silly birthday hats look great. #goals

My mom makes silly birthday hats look great. #goals

  These three kept plotting how they could see each other again next month.

These three kept plotting how they could see each other again next month.

* I promised my mom I wouldn’t say her age. So I won’t. **

** But it may or may not rhyme with “shmaytey.”

Soundtrack: When the saints go marching in, as performed by Louis Armstrong