One nice crisp day when my car was in the shop, I took the loaner over to the nearest mall to hang out and work on my book. And maybe stroll around some shops a bit. Eventually hunger grabbed my attention, so I wandered around until I found the food court.
Let’s see… something with lots of veggies, not too high in fat… it’s a little chilly for a cold sandwich…
After circling three-fourths of the food court something snagged my subconscious. Not sure what it was, I stopped walking and turned my head. There, on a countertop easel not six feet from me, sat the little sign.
You must know two things:
1) Lobster bisque is my favorite soup, perhaps my favorite food, of all time.
2) I very rarely have any of this rich treat.
There I stood while the other options, the rest of the food court–in fact, the whole mall–
all faded away, along with any thought of my former health-conscious criteria. That ol’ crustacean had me caught in its claws. Nothing existed but me and a huge pot of
And maybe a nice glass of sweet tea.
Oh, yeah. It was delicious.
Brent and a couple of colleagues had flown to Houston that morning for a meeting. When would he get home? I could hardly wait to tell him about my exotic, ambrosia-like lunch. Of course, I only hoped it would not make him too envious.
Eventually the lobster-induced coma wore off, the dealer called, I collected my car and made my way back to Midlothian. The little town seemed so humdrum after having eaten Lobster Bisque for lunch.
Brent pulled in around seven. I rushed to the garage to meet him and gave him a big hug. “You’ll never guess what I had for lunch…”
“What was it?”
I grabbed him by the shoulders. “I had Lobster Bisque!” The magic words sparkled in the air between us.
“Huh–cool, that’s what I had for lunch too!”
How does he do that?
Thanks for reading!
Today I am linking up with my Soli Deo Gloria sisters over at Jen’s.
Did you make that up? Don’t you just love how the Father loves us with these not so little blessings? You made me smile, friend.
Make it up? I don’t have enough imagination to make this stuff up… Hm, I’ll have to blog some time about Brent’s propensity for going to lunch and eating the exact thing I was planning to make for dinner.
This is funny, I’d say this is what you call, ‘becoming one’ after marriage. That just took the wind right out of your sail didn’t it? ha!
Marlece, you understand me so well! 😀