Officially -- as in diamond ring -- engaged!
Conflict-free, non-blood-rock. Even at this ripe old age of fifty,
the rainbow-glint, the downright sparkle of a diamond reduces me to giggles.
It's serious stuff, this getting-married. Perhaps the primary difference
between tying the knot at 26 (first time) and now is that
this time, we both know that we don't know everything!
Monday, May 14, 2007
Lunch today at South Seattle Community College
where this week Reilly is the Flambe King.
He singed his hair in the flaming butter/sugar/
peach/amaretto concoction he dreamed up for us,
prepared tableside in the Alhadef Grill....
garnished with a raspberry-balsamic reduction, fresh raspberries,
slivered almonds, a chiffonade of fresh basil and a scoop of vanilla ice cream.
The six of us at the table (Don, Julie, Kath, Nelson, Spencer et moi)
were silenced by the sweet-punguent blend of flavors;
all that could be heard were mmmm's and the clink of spoons on porcelain.