A secret blog containing the ramblings of a secret someone...
Tonight I had the most amazing dinner with an amazing friend with whom I've lost touch. For weird reasons. Uncomfortable reasons. But, we're moving past that, and that makes me feel good.
Dinner was her initiative. Her plan. And, it was fabulous. The menu was great. And, then we watched cable. Food TV. It was amazing. But, I already said that.
I felt amazingly complete and satisfied after my meal. It was a good meal, don't get me wrong. But, the satisfaction was also dependent on the company. Knowing that I was with someone who knew me. Probably who knows me better than most people. I never was afraid to be open with her. I don't know why. Being open is such a mutual thing.
It's funny, really. There are certain people with whom I want to be connected. But, they've hurt me badly. Yet, I almost don't learn. I keep trying to go back. Because I don't like to give up. And, then, there are certain people with whom I am really connected, but I don't give them enough of a chance. So many people, really. Why is that? It's like being attracted to the bad boy when the good boy is right next door. Is it for the challenge? For the prize? It tends to work out for all the wrong reasons. And, I know this. So, I don't know why I continue to try.
Anyway, I'm going to turn this back to being simple-minded and un-profound. Here's what we ate:
Mixed greens salad with crumbled goat cheese, chopped apple and balsamic caramelized walnuts with a red wine-mustard vinaigrette.
Freshly-baked crusty French bread with herbed cheese spread.
Thick and tender lentil soup--perfectly salted.
Dark-chocolate dipped strawberries.
It was one of those nights that we so satisfying that I was actually happy to come home.