Or at least of the year. My husband’s potato and green garlic ravioli with smoked chicken wings at Blue Hill. The dish was a very unusual pick for him, but it paid off. My Berkshire Pork entree was good, but not terribly exciting, and my husband graciously allowed me to take many bites of his incredible entree (only because it was my birthday). As I don’t have any pictures on the site yet (I hear you, faithful readers), I invite you to enjoy this food porn with a picture of that wonderful dish. You can also see the Maine crabmeat appetizer that my husband ordered as well as the sad turnip amuse bouche – we actually had baby carrots not turnips at our table, but who cares, I expect my amuse bouche to be a little more interesting than a perfect, pint-size vegetable on a fancy skewer.