I have this fantasy.
I’m sitting on the deck at one of those white washed seaside restaurants, overlooking the beach. The hiss of the surf and the crash of the waves will be the music to my dinning experience. My boys, worn out after a day of racing up and down the beach, sit and chatter quietly to each other. Their conversation is punctuated by the occasional delighted giggle as they remember a fish or a shell seen earlier on the beach. I am wearing a beautiful white sun dress, something like Angelina Jolie in the beginning of Mr. And Mrs. Smith. For that matter I’m as skinny as Angelina too. I sip a chilled glass of crisp white wine. Little beads of condensation run down my glass in rivulets. My husband and I just smile at each other, not talking, just savoring the peace.
The waiter sets down a steaming bowl of corn and crab chowder. The aroma of succulent crab drifts in front of me before disappearing into the cool breeze that blows off the water. The soup is golden, little pieces of crisp bacon are scattered across the surface. I lift my spoon, already anticipating the mountains of fresh seafood I intend to eat…
Insert that screechy noise they use in movies when a daydream is rudely interrupted and it’s like nuh-uh no way, back to cold cruel reality now.
I’m in my kitchen this morning (in COLORADO),in my pajamas, prepping for this soup. I’m dutifully cracking crab legs making sure that I remove every last scrap of meat (crab legs are super expensive here, we’re a landlocked state people!) Meanwhile, I’m also burning the bacon to cinders… I could go on but I think you get where I’m going. :::sigh:::
I’m going to buy another pound of bacon this afternoon and star over. At least tonight at dinner I get to go back to my beach.Print Print