Thanks Ruth!

Just got in from a wonderful dinner with our friends R_______ and D____.  We got a tasting menu (except for D_____ because she decided, at the happy age of 55ish, that if-not-now-when, and so she marched herself off to the orthodontist and had him slap some metal braces on her lower teeth.  Hence, she couldn’t indulge in the tasting menu, because her mouth is full of metal and sore and she can only eat soft things.)

BUT the rest of us splurged on the tasting menu and it was REALLY, REALLY good. 

I made Don do the credit card thing, because I didn’t want to ruin the lovely cozy pampered feeling in my belly, on seeing just how much it costed.  I’ll see soon enough when we get back to Canada and I slog through my monthly stack of bills and mail and finance stuff.  Much better to experience the drop when the taste of the desert isn’t still dancing on my tongue.

See, some women splurge on clothes, some on jewels, some on handbags, some on shoes.  Me…my Kryptonite is food.  Doesn’t matter if it is in a back alley, a fancy restaurant, or our own home-cooking.  If it’s tasty, I’m happy! 

I’m doubly happy right now, because not only was the dinner really tasty, but on our way back from bumping around Hampton Court palace, we stopped at Marks & Spencers and I got several bags of really fresh, lovely fruit. 

I never feel more luxurious than when I have lots of fresh fruit in the house.  So imagine, the scruffy, little Meg from the old days, with the dirt smeared face and rats nest hair, with her nose pressed up against the bakery shop in Safeway, wishing she could have a cookie, that Meg is dancing a jig right now.

Well, not an actual jig.  A cyber jig.  My fingers are dancing up and down on the key board and I’m smiling.

Anyway, here is the picture of me and Ruth.  Oh and the top I’m wearing is courtesy of my sister Jennifer.  It’s another generous gift from her closet, as is the fancy blouse that I wore to the restaurant so they wouldn’t think I wasn’t fine enough to eat there, and I am wearing now, because I haven’t gotten ready for bed yet. 

Yes, bed.  It is after midnight here.  Sweet dreams everybody.

Hmm… Don just read the blog and said, “That picture is too tiny.  You must have dragged it off the email instead of downloading it properly.“

Whatever!  I’m too tired.  (Not really that tired, but it’s a good excuse given the local time.)  Maybe I let old smarty-pants here (Don) show me how to fix it tomorrow, but as for me, I’m going to brush and floss my teeth, wash my face with a nice hot hotel wash cloth, and go to bed. 

Posted by Meg Tilly on Monday, March 15, 2010 in Chewing the Fat