Old friends came
for happy hour tonight. Remembering that she is a person with definite tastes
in food I inquired ahead—did she for instance eat smoked salmon. No, she said
but he enjoys a bit of it. Scratch the smoked salmon. She ended the conversation
by thanking me for remembering what her husband calls her “taco palate.”
Aha! A clue! I
fixed the most rudimentary of appetizers. Layered refried beans and Wolf chili
(without beans) in a small casserole dish; topped it with grated cheese, baked
it, and served it with chips. Alongside a bowl of “store-boughten” guacamole
and another of white grapes. Who knew that grapes are fatal for dogs? Ron looked
it up while they were here and announced grapes cause canine kidney failure, so
we carefully kept them away from Sophie.
But all three of
us ate heartily of my non-gourmet appetizer—and it really did taste good. I
would have more even tonight, but Paula brought a variety of “taster” desserts,
and I am full of chocolate tart and peach pie. Lunch tomorrow, maybe.
It was a pleasant
evening, because they are the kind of people who talk about ideas and concepts
as well as people we both know. They are educated and articulate, interested in
the world around them, and sometimes I really hunger for that kind of
conversation.
Sophie was much
better behaved tonight than she was with company the other night, and I’m
grateful because these were not dog people. They have one feral cat. Now she’s
curled at the foot of my desk, and, dishes done, I am back at my computer for
an evening of reading.
A productive day.
I returned the first pass of my new novel to the editor for her final review,
and I approved the final cover. Things are moving along. It’s time to finish
that Diane Mott Davidson novel, “Chopping Spree.”
Happy weekend
everyone.
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