Just returned from a weekend in Niwot. Niwho, Niwhere, Nihow? Niwot, Colorado. Holed up at the Niwot Inn, ate blackened trout at a little French Bistro that left me swooning and uncovered un petit livre by Collette at a used book sale. BUT before I left we had a little backyard birthday bash for Debby. Here is the table I built, set with white and provencal blue. The menu was Italian, pasta, meatballs, sausage and peppers, baked zucchini in a three cheesy sauce, roasted beet salad, and toasted garlicky bread. The secret to dessert was a boxed poundcake saved by 2oz of melted chocolate, a ganache icing, homemade vanilla ice cream and fresh raspberry sauce. Happy Daze.