Finally settled in, I think. You never realize how tightly wound you are from everyday stressors until you are able to move out of that environment and can then feel yourself start to unwind. Yesterday, I felt like an old-fashioned clock, with the internal wires loosening and unwinding. By the time I woke up this morning, I felt like something approaching normal. Last night I got all dressed up and ate lobster, then went with my best boy to watch a show. I hate to admit that I dozed through the show - part of that unwinding process.
There was a cooking demonstration yesterday at the Fahrenheit 555 Steakhouse. Mushroom Cappuccino (don't expect to see this on Starbucks' menu); Baby Leaf Spinach and Mushroom salad (damn blue cheese); some kind of chicken dish (very good); mac n' cheese, which was one of the best I've eaten; and a tiramisu that had 3 different liquors in it. Given my total inability to imbibe, I took half a teaspoon to taste, and put it down. Holy macaroni, what the hell was THAT? And one old geezer sitting near us complained, "you didn't even try it!" Not a dessert for kids, by the way. I think the geezer had already scarfed his down before I even lifted my spoon, which might explain his impertinence.
Of course I got the recipes, what do you think? I took pictures, too.
Which brings us to Sunday morning breakfast, and this nifty niche with tables and Oriental music, the type they play at Kobe's, the Japanese steakhouse we like. A rather nice improvement to the Lido deck, which has always had the aspect of a high school cafeteria. The lady sitting next to us - portly, but not grotesquely so - just ate more food for breakfast than I am capable of eating in a week. I used to be able to eat fairly large quantities of food, especially when I was a teenager, but I never came close to that. My father-in-law, who had a healthy appetite and came from a family of happily voracious eaters, could not have managed that. My entire digestive system is cringing from having to watch. Time for some Serenity.
Such a nice place for adults to hang out. We were able to snag one of those cute half-bubble wicker things, with a circular seating mat inside, just the right size for two. We read books, I napped, we snacked, I finished my book, we saw a waterspout forming out in the distance. Rob took pictures. I started another book. A lady passed by our bubble and complimented my socks. She asked if I had made them, and when I responded in the affirmative, she gave me a thumb's up.
And now we are at a proper tea. I only drink tea when I am sick, so this is a special event. I am having a scone and some Devonshire cream with my tea. This reminds me of a lovely going-away party we had given for our former supervisor, Dianne, complete with all types of tiny sandwiches and sweets. And hats, big hats that would have looked at home on female coiffed heads at the Kentucky Derby, or the wedding of Prince William and Catherine.
Knit socks are some of the most wonderful items of clothing you will ever wear. Once you've worn hand-knit socks, you can never go back, no matter how cute and crazy your store-bought socks might be. The hardest part is figuring out what shoes to wear, and in what size. I wear oversized clogs. Extremely comfortable for casual days and for standing on my feet for long periods of time. One of these days I am going to break down and buy myself a pair of see-through clogs to wear with my hand-knit beauties.
This evening we had our reservation at Fahrenheit 555, and since it is a steakhouse, I ordered lamb. Lobster bisque (ooh-la-lah!) and a Caesar salad redolent of garlic and anchovies. Rob ordered a cowboy steak that mooed when you poked it with a fork. That's how he likes it. Me, I like them rare, but not mooing. I love steak - Rob and I grew up in an era when beef was eaten several nights a week in the average middle class home - but truth be known, I love lamb even more, especially the really good stuff. Tonight was the really good stuff.