I was deep in dreamland on Saturday morning at 6:00 when the dog woke me up with her howling, but still, my first thought was Why am I so happy? And then: Holy s*%t did we rock dinner last night! Does that ever happen to you? When you are so pleased with the food you prepared for someone that the high lasts a solid weekend long? That's what the past two days have been like for us -- We grilled a feast for Andy's parents on Friday and clearly, haven't stopped patting ourselves on our backs for it yet. Andy was in charge of the leg of lamb (Abby: "It's like steak, only better!") which he cooked to perfection (not surprising, as you may remember,