And furthermore...
Mar. 15th, 2011 11:15 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperanceCheesy sammich, anyone? Sourdough slices, interleaved with mozzarella and basil, lightly fried both sides in a smear of olive oil until the cheese melts and the basil wilts. Sliced into fingers and handed around with napkins: a feast fit for a party, say I.
I might stop there, or thereabouts. Everyone will have eaten anyway - Karen assures me - before they came. After all, we're not starting till seven o'clock... (I have American hours all around me, this urge to eat early; in my head I have Spanish hours, m'friend Ruth and others, who are not inclined to dine till ten or eleven at night; in my heart I am still secretly fond of English hours. Dinner at eight just seems right and natural to me. Besides, it allows proper time for a gin or two beforehand...)
I might stop there, or thereabouts. Everyone will have eaten anyway - Karen assures me - before they came. After all, we're not starting till seven o'clock... (I have American hours all around me, this urge to eat early; in my head I have Spanish hours, m'friend Ruth and others, who are not inclined to dine till ten or eleven at night; in my heart I am still secretly fond of English hours. Dinner at eight just seems right and natural to me. Besides, it allows proper time for a gin or two beforehand...)