Those magic moments, which
sometimes happen due to a happy set of circumstances.
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| moon rising through the sunset - direction Mont Blanc |
Last night I was lucky enough to
enjoy one of them: a good friend returned from visiting her sister with her dad
– who will turn 92 next Tuesday – and invited me up for an informal meal. Out
on the back terrace a slight breeze, cloudless skies and no direct sun we
enjoyed doing a comparison taste-test as to smoked salmon: Norwegian or
Scottish? Looked different, but the textures were the same: one smelled
smokier, the others' smokiness came at the end of the bite. It was a toss up we
decided.
Chat ranged from everything to
nothing, from the absent children (and her spouse currently on a business trip:
tourists are known to do 5 countries in 5 days, but some businessmen have to do
the same: we certainly had it better), to siblings, to world events then back
to food – nothing solved, no big complaints, just an exchange of information
and the best of senses. Sparkling white wine, a delicious fresh bread, salted
butter – a repast for queens and kings, which is how we felt in the
moment. The entire thing topped off with
a crème brûlée and the rising full moon.
Couldn’t have planned it, couldn’t
have enjoyed it more than we did!
