Penelope's Dinner
Eat Out - but maybe not on the full moon
new town, new edible options. i like eating out. new combinations of lovely foods. somebody else cooking. i've only eaten out at restaurants a couple of times in past two weeks. but what are the chances that both times, at totally different restaurants, under utterly different circumstances, that each of my orders never reaches the kitchen. that's two for two - i'm batting a hundred (am i?).
somewhere between my desire for a meal out, and the kitchen's ability to provide that scrumptious meal, my wish vapourizes. sure, i could blame the waiter and the waitress of either establishment. and in both cases it would be completely fair to do so as they each shirked their primary serving function - to make sure a restaurant goer like me gets her food. i've been a waitress, i know the score.
but with that lusty fully moon tonight glowing all over victoria, i'm not really sure i can blame my waiter for his hungry omission (though i certainly blame him for not being man enough to face me, sending the cute blond waitress instead... let that be a lesson to you). i've learned hospital ERs staff up for full moons. this is not a pull to be taken lightly.
no, there is some greater, wiser force at work here. some universal lesson in patience and acceptance, perhaps, reaching out to me through a highly unexpected medium. possibly, it's a reminder of the power of food in the face of our hunger. and that, really, i am one of the lucky ones to have copious amounts of good food at such diversity, at such easy reach. or maybe i ought to learn to gauge a restaurant on the apparent stability and thoughtfullness of the wait-staff.
maybe it's time to cook my own supper.
it's ok victoria. it's not your fault.
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