Side by Side
"How many...one?" The owner of the deli asked?
"Three." I replied.
But I had overestimated.
I clutched the three baguettes, still warm from the oven. Roberto paid, and we made our way back home.
Blood Oranges and Fennel
Blood oranges and a bulb of fennel. A transition course. Something to cleanse the pallet. Side by side. Together, but not. Some might take blood orange. Some might take fennel. If you're like me, you'll take both.
I peeled and sliced. Dabbed away excess liquid and layered. Covered and chilled.
Into the Evening
It was ten past one by the time our heads hit the pillow. We fell right to sleep. Exhausted from a day of chores and prep. Cooking. Eating. Drinking. Laughing.
I was rinsing some dishes when I noticed the conversation in the next room bounce and reverberate until my ears were pierced with high volume.
I looked over at Roberto. "I guess they don't need us." I said smiling, trying to contain my laughter.
"I guess not." Roberto laughed.
Roberto cut the string away from the pork roast in preparation for slicing while the pan gravy reheat over a low flame. I proceeded to dress the salad.
A quiet Sunday morning. Scones. Whole wheat maple (because whole wheat makes them good—better for us) with pecan. Redemption from an evening of excess...Dessert excess. Cannoli (half for me, half for Roberto) and a slice of homemade chocolate cake (two uneven layers rehabbed with a heavy dose of chocolate frosting).
Yes, redemption from a scone and coffee.
I hope Monday morning redemption tastes this good.