A feast

I’m back in my Internet Cafe nursing a fresh squeezed orange juice and a toasted bagel with butter and cream cheese.  I tried Skyping Don, but the cafe is way more crowded and noisy today.  Perhaps on account of it being a Saturday.  Practically every table is full and the staff has the music on way louder than on weekdays, so we couldn’t hear each other very well, and after several minutes of “Sorry, what was that?“  “I can’t hear you,“  “What?  What did you say?“  And a few half-hearted attempt at lip reading, we gave up and decided that we would be seeing each other tomorrow anyway when I arrived back home.

I had the best day yesterday, ending up in a grand finale at a little Polish restaurant.  Megan and Lowen joined us and it was so much fun because we were ravenously hungry and so when I suggested that we order five kinds of perogies and Kielbasa and smoked salmon potato pancakes with dill and sour cream and some potato pancakes with sour cream and caviar that we could all share, they enthusiastically agreed that it was a splendid idea.  And the coolest thing of all is when it arrived, along with my wine and their gigantic thick mugs of Polish beer, not only was it delicious, but it was so tasty that our stomachs all agreed that even though we had just ingested a rather large portion of food, none of our bellies were in the remotest full and we needed to order delectable main courses as well.

“More potato pancakes!“ I bellowed.  (Actually, I didn’t really, but I did in my mind.)  I ordered the Hungarian Goulash, which of course were served on top of more delicious fried and delicately spiced potato pancakes and topped with decorative squirts of sour cream.  Yum!  I can’t remember what everybody else’s main course were because I was too busy enjoying mine.

Of course when we’d finished the main courses we were practically groaning.  We only looked at the dessert menus for fun. 

But you know how it is with fun…One thing led to another and before we knew what had happened we not only ordered desserts, but we ATE THEM TOO!  There is nothing like well cooked comfort food to make one feel like all is right with the world. 

We rolled our happy, rotund bellies out of that restaurant and I don’t know about everyone else, but for me, bed was the only viable option.

And tonight I get to witness my brilliant talented daughter read her beautiful poetry.  How lucky am I?  I feel humbled sitting here, basking in the warmth of all my blessings.

Posted by Meg Tilly on Saturday, April 05, 2008 in