Wednesday, September 29, 2010

Melting Pot

Well, no one was willing to spend the money on dinner, but at the last
minute my mom offered to go with me to the Melting Pot and she said it
could be an early birthday dinner for her. I was happy to take her,
and then at the end, I surprised her by paying. We shared a nice wine
and we had their brand new big night out menu. The cheese fondue is
always my favorite, but the Duck a l'Orange was superb. I mean, it
just melted in my mouth and was savory with the flavor of duck from
the Coq a Vin broth that we cooked it in. It was a very nice evening
and we talked about a lot of things and it was a good time with my

A Kiss is Telling

We will flirt and whisper,
lads and ladies playing games,
dancing around questions,
surreptitiously they tease,
knowing that it's a crime,
to have their intentions known.

But all these games,
the truth of trifles and hearts,
they become transparent,
they become useless
once a kiss passes between lips,
because a kiss tells the truth.

1 comment:

  1. That's good to know that you made it eventually, and with and for your mother.

    That sounded great.


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