An insanely cool lunch was had at one of my favorite restaurants.
Where the sea laps the plates.
Where one dares to drink red even though fish was served.
Where we had scallops in a pepper, polenta crust, on a bed of braised endives.
(That was the glorious menu's description… I love reading menus just to hear how they spice up the plate.)
and,
The second course… Cod in a foam coconut sauce with hints of lemon grass, and Jerusalem artichoke puree.
And,
Dessert: A trilogy of chocolate.
With this guy who ….
…after lunch danced a jig on the slippery path along the sea.
I hollered, "You're a goober!"
He stopped and asked, "What is a goober?"
"It is a peanut, " Our friend who shared lunch with us replied.
His dancing stopped. He looked so surprised, "It's not a Corey-word? I thought it was a Corey-word. I bet Chelsea and Sacha think so too. You mean, I am a peanut?" He asked disappointingly.
I hollered, "Yeah kinda like a slang word for peanut, but it also means, An insanely cool person who tends to do ding-dong things." He starred at me like I was making things up, "It's true I looked it up online."
He continued dancing.
My friend leaned in whispering, "If you had left it at peanut he would have stopped."
I smiled as my Goober danced.
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Notes:
Thank you for your birthday wishes I am very lucky and I appreciate each and everyone of you!
Please: Star, Deb., Alan, Jeanne, and Merisi can you send me your addresses. Thanks!
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