This year we went to the Magnolia Hotel, a beautiful property downtown that offered a Black Friday special when I booked it before Christmas. Our bottom of the line, budget room even included an ocean view–bonus! Double bonus–it was a clear enough that we could actually see said view from our window.
After dinner we engaged in the kind of reckless behaviour that can strain even the tightest relationships–we shared dessert. The chosen dessert was a silky, creamy wedge of key lime pie. Although it was a generous serving with a huge mound of softly whipped cream alongside, I know I could have eaten two or three pieces myself. As it was, I probably ate about three quarters. (My fork easily outpaced my sailor’s. He’s not much of a sweets guy.)
We were at crunch time–one final bite remaining on the plate. My sailor’s fork hovered above it. “Can I have the last bit?”
“Mmmphhh,” I mumbled, mouth filled with key lime pie.
Any idiot would have known that grunt meant, “Hands off! It’s mine!”
Sadly my sailor is not any idiot. He took my proprietary grunt as an invitation to finish dessert.
At times like this, I take a deep breath and remind myself that he has only recently returned from war and I’m lucky to have him. It also helps to consider how many minutes of jogging it would take to burn off that last delicious morsel of key lime pie.