This morning I awoke way too early to the sounds of what I do believe may have been cats frolicking. What with a 17 year old frail cat and a very lazy 29 lb 9 year old Sasquatch, Chez Lazy Buddhist has been a frolic-free zone for many years. What about that rowdy rabbit, you may ask. Rabbits do not frolic. They scamper. Mr. Binkles scampers about the house like a 3 year old who ate many Pixie Stix and washed them down with 2 or 3 of mommy’s Red Bulls. He tries to engage the cats in his games, but they will have none of it and just look at that little creature with an expression that says “what in the hell was mom smoking when she decided this was a good idea?” Hopefully, with the addition of the 2 year old Tangerine, there will be frolicking. And from the sounds of it, she’s got Sasquatch up and moving, which he desperately needs.
The other night I had dinner with Bess, a colleague who is a self-confessed foodie. I need to do this more often. The meal became an adventure, a source of excitement, and not merely a way to satisfy your hunger and supply yourself with the needed caloric intake to fuel your daily activities. The boyfriend and I are definitely not foodies. Certainly, we enjoy food, but going out to dinner becomes more of a chore than an adventure.
LOCATION: My living room
TIME: 7:30ish any given Saturday night
LazyBuddhist (LB): You getting hungry?
The Boyfriend (BF): I’ll be hungry in an hour. What are you in the mood for?
LB: I dunno
BF: How about pizza?
LB: (rolls her eyes) Let’s actually leave the house, shall we?
BF: Little China?
LB: We did Little China last week
BF: No, we did pizza last week. We had Little China the week before.
LB: Can we expand our repetoire?
BF: The Thai place?
LB: I had Thai last night
LB: 7:30 on a Saturday night? Are you crazy?
BF: Marin Joe’s?
LB: 7:30 on a Saturday night? What about Juan’s?
BF: Overpriced. How about Sahib?
LB: Huh, remember? The owners were murdered?
BF: Oh right. That’s such a shame. I really liked that place.
LB: (grabs phone.) Your usual? Pepperoni and black olives?
So, between the boyfriends love of routine and not spending too much money, and my dislike of crowds, our culinary adventures are pretty limited. So, it was refreshing to go out to dinner with Bess.
Bess was very excited to try Sol Food, this Puerto Rican restaurant she had heard good things about. The place was definitely hopping, a line almost out the door and every table taken. “Oh well”, I told her “there’s a good Thai place around the corner.” “Nonsense. It’s fine. What are you trippin’ about?” “Uh, nothing?” I said while feeling a wave of crowded-restaurant-anxiety start to flare up. When we got to the front of the line, we learn that it is family style seating. Oh. What. Fun. Bess sent me off to find some interesting people to sit with and she would order for me. And while I would hardly call the young women whose table we shared interesting, they were certainly non-threatening.
But, when the food came, all my qualms were calmed. It was so tasty, so fresh, and unlike anything I expected. She also ordered these really tasty juice water things, as well as two desserts for us to share. When I’m out with the boyfriend, I never order drinks or dessert, lest I watch him faint when he sees the bill. And those desserts? Oh lordy lordy lordy. One of them was this coconut custard thing with mango sauce. I swear, you could cover almost anything in that mango sauce and it would be good.
While I’m feeling inspired, perhaps I can talk the boyfriend into trying someplace new tonight. And if not, well, there’s always pizza.