What's the difference between someone who is observant and someone who is a cranky, cynical critic? I sure don't know.
Valentine's day night was quite the adventure here in small town land. I went to a local cafe to watch a friend's blues band play. And I saw a few things I found depressingly familiar.
At one end of the bar a couple canoodled and coo'd, holding hands and acting all goo goo eyed. They lovingly shared bites of each other's food, and gave the impression of a young couple in love. Until the cake came. Now it is a law of nature, that you can never gain more weight from a bite of food than that bite weighs. (I know, I know it changes your metabolism . . .blah blah blah) The cake was beautiful, a several layer chocolate cake with a delicious looking fudgy frosting, sitting in a puddle of raspberry sauce, and garnished with whip cream and what looked like sugared violets. I mean, I was tempted to mug them and take the cake for myself.
As it happened though, the man in this picture took the first bite of cake, and lovingly moved the spoon toward the woman's mouth. At which point she turned her head. I mean, if the boy hadn't been alert, he woulda deposited the bite of cake on her cheek. Hahaha they laughed.
Watching this I wanted to shout "Eat the damn cake!"
Life is short, my little fajitas, a lesson one learns when the voice on the other end of the line says you have cancer. Celebration comes rarely enough. Eat the bite of cake, share the cherry pie, have some fruit cake . . .okay, maybe not the last one. The moments of celebration far outweigh the little bit of extra time you'll have to work out to burn up the calories from the celebratory food.
So, next time you're at a colleague's going away party, remember my cranky voice, shouting for the whole room to hear: Eat the damn cake!
Good advice, although I like when people refuse their desserts: more for me!
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We had the BEST cake last night. It was one of those round chocolate ones with the gooey insides, large sugar crystals on the outside, raspberry and chocolate sauces, vanilla ice cream, and a handmade chocolate heart. For us, it wasn't so much a question of "will she or won't she" but "is she going to hit him to get the whole thing?" I thought about it, but decided that it was bad Valentine's Day etiquette. It was so yummy!
ReplyDeleteAn old spinster who refused to eat cake.
ReplyDeleteWouldn’t date the old baker named Drake.
When asked what was the matter?
Said she didn’t care for his batter-
preferring the town butcher’s beefsteak.