I just got home from a long and rather unsatisfactory day at work. I had to stay late to finish a project and I wasn’t particularly impressed with what I produced.
When I arrived home, Mark and Charlie were on their way out the door to go swimming. I went inside thinking I’d spend the time while they were gone preparing dinner.
And, oh, how plans change. I opened the refrigerator and saw this:
Sweet mercy. Those are individual, homemade éclairs from our neighbor who is an extraordinary baker. She recently enrolled us in her own “dessert of the month club” for the next six months as a thank you to Mark for driving her daughter to preschool with Charlie this past year. I benefit by mere association. She must have dropped off the éclairs this afternoon.
My plans quickly changed. Forget preparing dinner. There was a quiet house and a refrigerator full of éclairs. I grabbed one, put it on a plate and headed out to the deck. It’s been way too hot to eat outside lately, but thanks to a late afternoon rain shower, it’s quite nice out at the moment. I sat down outside and then realized that I needed something to drink.
Recently someone asked me to describe my fantasy meal, where I would eat it, and with whom. I had no answer. Now I do: an éclair and a glass of chardonnay, at my house, alone, with only the sounds of nature around me. I don’t think it gets much better than that.
So how about you? Can you describe a fantasy meal, and where and with whom you’d eat it?