O, Fufuberry!
I am SO excited to read the fairy-tale book D. gave me.
Last night D. and I went out for a little French-Thai cuisine. As I had predicted, the food was amazing. We were so very posh and ordered only the most exotic items on the menu. To start off D. and I inhaled an order of Golden Curry Puffs (Puff pastry stuffed with ground chicken, sweet onions, potatoes, aroma of curry and cucumber relish) and Steamed Vietnamese Rice Ravioli (with wild mushrooms, leek, jicama, bean sprouts and crispy shallots). For our main course we enjoyed Pan Seared Ostrich and Wild Boar. Both entrees were divine [though the potato croquette that arrived with my Ostrich tasted like play-doh]. Finally, for dessert we both imbibed Jasmine Tea and pushed some Sweet Sticky Rice Topped with Fresh Mango around with our forks. D. also ordered some Fried Ice Cream, which [for never having experienced the mysterious culinary anomaly] I thought tasted very much like a jelly doughnut.
After the bill was paid D. and I performed the post-dinner-date-with-D. shuffle all the way to the car. It was wonderful- we happily walked through the alleyway, swaggering by the tempest tides of curry puffs and exotic game that swirled around in our bellies. Of course the shuffle would not be complete without musical accompaniment- so naturally feathery ecrutations and zombie-like moans were the auditory vehicles by which we expressed our satisfaction with a most exquisite meal and also our struggle with our self-induced digestive plight.
The Douglas was fed. All was well [and I was forgiven for getting us lost
].
D. and I then went back to my dojo and spoke of cabbages and kings [quite literally, actually].When the evening was spread out against the sky we spread out the cards and recorded the positions in our moleskines. I gave D. the box I painted for him. We spoke some more of little things. He asked me if I was worried and I said, "No," and asked him if he were worried and he replied in very much the same way.
We exchanged our I will miss you's and thank you's and hugged and pecked each other the way that only penguins and llama birds do. Immediately after the door closed behind me, I ran upstairs with such dispatch that I nearly slipped when I turned the corner. It was definitely worth while to have bitten off the matter with a smile. I was so happy with the events that transpired that evening that I completely neglected to tend to my phone's Nerf Herder beckoning --and missed D.'s call [when this happens I always let a few vulgarities escape my gentlelady lips because it is so rare for this ornithologist to be confronted with the call of the Dapper Douglas [Pygoscelis adeliae lepidus]
I'm going to hold onto the message that was left behind. In the message D. told me there was something waiting for me outside my kitchen window. There on the AC laid the anthology of fairy tales that I had so swiftly fallen in love with. Ah! I cannot tell you how happy I am that the book is a softcover. [For surely I would have puncture wounds otherwise from the way I clutched it.] Tomorrow night when I am settled in my new room I will finish reading the Wild Boar Prince!
I am SO excited to read the fairy-tale book D. gave me.
Last night D. and I went out for a little French-Thai cuisine. As I had predicted, the food was amazing. We were so very posh and ordered only the most exotic items on the menu. To start off D. and I inhaled an order of Golden Curry Puffs (Puff pastry stuffed with ground chicken, sweet onions, potatoes, aroma of curry and cucumber relish) and Steamed Vietnamese Rice Ravioli (with wild mushrooms, leek, jicama, bean sprouts and crispy shallots). For our main course we enjoyed Pan Seared Ostrich and Wild Boar. Both entrees were divine [though the potato croquette that arrived with my Ostrich tasted like play-doh]. Finally, for dessert we both imbibed Jasmine Tea and pushed some Sweet Sticky Rice Topped with Fresh Mango around with our forks. D. also ordered some Fried Ice Cream, which [for never having experienced the mysterious culinary anomaly] I thought tasted very much like a jelly doughnut.
After the bill was paid D. and I performed the post-dinner-date-with-D. shuffle all the way to the car. It was wonderful- we happily walked through the alleyway, swaggering by the tempest tides of curry puffs and exotic game that swirled around in our bellies. Of course the shuffle would not be complete without musical accompaniment- so naturally feathery ecrutations and zombie-like moans were the auditory vehicles by which we expressed our satisfaction with a most exquisite meal and also our struggle with our self-induced digestive plight.
The Douglas was fed. All was well [and I was forgiven for getting us lost
].D. and I then went back to my dojo and spoke of cabbages and kings [quite literally, actually].When the evening was spread out against the sky we spread out the cards and recorded the positions in our moleskines. I gave D. the box I painted for him. We spoke some more of little things. He asked me if I was worried and I said, "No," and asked him if he were worried and he replied in very much the same way.
We exchanged our I will miss you's and thank you's and hugged and pecked each other the way that only penguins and llama birds do. Immediately after the door closed behind me, I ran upstairs with such dispatch that I nearly slipped when I turned the corner. It was definitely worth while to have bitten off the matter with a smile. I was so happy with the events that transpired that evening that I completely neglected to tend to my phone's Nerf Herder beckoning --and missed D.'s call [when this happens I always let a few vulgarities escape my gentlelady lips because it is so rare for this ornithologist to be confronted with the call of the Dapper Douglas [Pygoscelis adeliae lepidus]
I'm going to hold onto the message that was left behind. In the message D. told me there was something waiting for me outside my kitchen window. There on the AC laid the anthology of fairy tales that I had so swiftly fallen in love with. Ah! I cannot tell you how happy I am that the book is a softcover. [For surely I would have puncture wounds otherwise from the way I clutched it.] Tomorrow night when I am settled in my new room I will finish reading the Wild Boar Prince!