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.
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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!
About that flambe . . . My mouth was drooling with absolutely exquisite culinary delight! Egads!! I'm turning into my dog!
ReplyDeleteWhat a thing of wonder, a chunk of mineral artfully designed and intertwined with precious metal to grace your hand as you embark on a new journey. So precious and wonderful to receive at any age.
Wow, that sounds delicious... opens up all kinds of interesting doors: basil vanilla milkshakes? I'm going to try that!
ReplyDeleteI can already tell that I am going to enjoy reading this blog, thanks for posting T!