Then he turned the tables on me and asked if I wanted to go camping. Who, me? That meant I had to wear something besides a dress and cute flats. I actually showed up in a dress and flats, in mock protest, thinking he'd get the message. Much later, that day I found myself tight rope walking across a fallen tree over a rushing creek to a remote campsite somewhere in the hills of North Carolina - in the pitch dark. I awoke at dawn, screaming when a stray dog decided to sniff my sleeping face. He cooked pancakes in a foil pan for breakfast over a campfire. They stuck to the pan and burned, but it was love and I saw my mission and I think he saw his.
When it comes to expanding his culinary horizons, olives are where he draws the line. There's no discussion about, "just taste it". I've tried to sneak a few into sauces, then pick them out of his serving, but he knows. "You've put olives in this." It might as well be arsnic. He doesn't have much use for raisins either and simply tolerates the copious amount of fresh herbs I use in everything. Herbs are pretty hard to get around if you take cooking seriously. For someone who thinks peanut butter on graham crackers is sublime, I've done my best to exercise his underdeveloped tastebuds into maturity. I think we're getting somewhere after all these years. He complimented my watermelon-raspberry sorbet (with a hint of chocolate extract) as "complex" and I've come to agree, simple, unadorned vanilla ice cream is the best all rounder.
Over thirty six years of getting used to each other's likes, dislikes and tastes, we've eaten quite a few meals together. The picture here was taken last summer as we finished a memorable dining experiences at Chateau Eza in the romantic, magical village of Eze perched along the Riviera. The view is stunning and the food is too fine to discribe here. It's my kind of place and we where truly living in the moment - a memorable one. This summer, we're going to Alaska, his kind of place. Salmon fishing, watching bears and hiking volcanos will be involved and I'm wondering what kind of horizons he'll expand for me and what moments we'll be living in. It's for sure, I won't be packing a dress.
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