Two separate encounters in the kitchen today.
Encounter 1:
Us: *making lunch*
Me: *grab his oh so cute butt*
Cam: *move out of the way*
Me: Oh, no, that was me just feeling you up, not a request to move.
Cam: Hard to tell.
Me: *rummaging in fridge*
Cam: *putting mustard back in fridge, rubbing my breast*
Me: *move out of the way*
Cam: Oh, no, that was me feeling you up, not a request to move.
Encounter 2:
Me: *making martini for Cam*
Cam: *making lime/rum drink for me*
Me: I’m sure there’s something deeply symbolic in us making each other’s drinks instead of our own.
Tonight’s dinner was a localvore dinner: grilled rib eye steak, grilled corn, beans from the farmers market and a nice Pinot Noir from David Bruce. It was one of those deeply satisfying meals that is a perfect mix of really good ingredients, cooked well and harmonizing on the plate and the palate.
I am more than pleased with how the steaks turned out. They were smack dab in the middle of “perfectly cooked”: medium rare, crusty on the outside, pink and juicy on the inside, seasoned only with sea salt and pepper. Cooking on the grill is always a bit of a challenge. Tonight, it was awesome.
Happy Fiona. Happy Cam.