“Honey, I made your favorite. Reservations!”
The other night I dined out with two friends. The food was good but not the center of our attention. It was the fun of being together and planning a few travel adventures.
One of the women in our group is a seasoned traveler and jumped right on the task of booking airfare and accommodations. She got that out of the way almost immediately. I’m going to bribe her into being my mentor so she can train me in the fine art of travel planning.
But back to our meal. We began with potato skins.
Yes, this is the last smattering of that appetizer. I, once again, forgot to take a picture of the pristine dish as it arrived at our table in all its glory. Potato skins with cheese and bacon is all that needs to be said.
There were three different fish offerings on the menu and we each selected a different one. I had the blackened salmon.
I actually had it without the pasta (is that pasta?) and sprig of rosemary because this is not an actual picture of what I ate because I didn’t remember to… Fortunately, I have access to pictures so I can present my life as glamorous and exciting.
Which brings me to the topic of keeping a diary. If you really must have a diary, have two. Make sure you destroy the one with the information about your real life and leave your imaginative diary where the family can find it. “He keeps calling me and sending me jewels and promising trips to exotic places …” Let them wonder.
We skipped dessert because the place was closing and we’d talked our way through the evening, ignorant of passing time. Lots of giggles and an evening that was interesting enough to brighten up my real diary. I hope your life also has a bunch of brightness!
Loveya – The Grandma
Artist, African hand drum student, yoga neophyte, and Grandmother of 22 or so grandchildren. I enjoy cooking and writing. I value good friends and quiet times for reading.