Day 9 of Nanowrimo (the challenge: “a french baguette”):
I hid my iPhone under the table, so I could surreptitiously text Gary what was going on. It was rude, I know, but it wasn’t breaking any rules. Luckily, I was very good at the one-handed text. He was having an early breakfast in Paris before his shoot began as I was having a dinner that wouldn’t rate many Michelin stars.
Just served something brown. Could be meat. Might be a basketball. Can’t tell. I texted while smiling across the table.
Gary texted me back immediately. Just served an absolutely delectable French baguette—crispy outside, buttery inside. Spreading on Nutella as I drink the most perfect café au lait I’ve ever experienced. I could practically see the taunting smirk on his face. A moment later he wrote, I’d share it with you if you were here.
I smiled as a blob of what looked like carrot slaw filled with dried out looking raisins was slapped onto my plate. “Can you have slaw with meat?†I whispered to Tzippi. “Isn’t the sauce dairy?â€
She shook her head. “Mayonnaise is parve. No dairy in it.â€
I texted back, I’d give you all my carrot slaw if you were here.
Tzippi saw me peering under the table cloth. She narrowed her eyes and shook her head ever so slightly.
Whoops, caught. I’ll text later. xxxooo
A bientot, he wrote back.
“Try this,†Tzippi said, watching to make sure I put my phone away. “You’ll love it.†I looked at the blackened noodles of a kugel on my plate and forced a smile. A bacon cheeseburger, I love, I thought, as I smiled widely at Lilach at the end of the table and forced a large bite down my throat.
“Delicious,†I choked out. I didn’t even have any excuses not to eat. One can’t plead lactose intolerance at a meat dinner.
I am impressed 🙂
How about this for a challenging object — a whistle post (as can be seen on our own Minuteman bikepath).