Moonfaced
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monshu--my head dizzy and throbbing, him sneezing and sniffling--and let out a dry chuckle. How crazy are we, having houseguests when both of us are sick? I gave him several opportunities to cancel, but not only did he insist on going through with dinner, he insisting on cooking it all himself despite agreeing last night to simply order in.
He led with his standby for Asian-themed meals, Martin Yan's chili bean sauce salmon, accompanying it rather incongruously with cheese tortellini in sage butter and zucchini with lemon thyme. For dessert, however, he went full-on traditional with mixed nut, bean paste, and winter melon mooncakes, longans, and pomelo. At this course we were joined by the Madison bears, who gamely tried everything. (Rather foolhardy of one of them, I thought, who has a cinnamon allergy. I guess we'll find out once and for all whether he reacts to cassia as well.)
They hit it off well with Turtle and her wife, as I would've predicted, and it wasn't long before I realised nearly an hour had gone by without a significant contribution to the conversation from the Old Man's corner. I glanced as his dropping face and wondered how I could tactfully clear the room, given that our guests were already self-conscious about imposing on us in our compromised state. At last Big-Dicked Bottom Bear reminded his hubby that they had Game Night to go to.
Hubby was disappointed I wasn't coming, but I was well beyond making a choice like that to please someone. Although I forwent the salmon, I knew I'd eaten too much mooncake and was going to have difficult getting a good night's sleep--even assuming I don't wake up again at 3 a.m. suffering another bout of overwhelming nausea. Besides, they're spending the night here, so there's ever a chance I may be well enough to socialise some tomorrow morning.
It was a marvelously clear evening, so I'm sure the moonrise was quite something. By the time it hove into view from the top our our porch, it was pearl white and glorious to see. By the time they set out to walk home in its light, I was almost accustomed to Turtle Wife's new face, narrowed considerably as a result of her gastric bypass surgery. During the meal, I had to constantly remind myself that it was a positive health change which had left it looking so much more gaunt and lined than when last I saw it.
monshu--my head dizzy and throbbing, him sneezing and sniffling--and let out a dry chuckle. How crazy are we, having houseguests when both of us are sick? I gave him several opportunities to cancel, but not only did he insist on going through with dinner, he insisting on cooking it all himself despite agreeing last night to simply order in.He led with his standby for Asian-themed meals, Martin Yan's chili bean sauce salmon, accompanying it rather incongruously with cheese tortellini in sage butter and zucchini with lemon thyme. For dessert, however, he went full-on traditional with mixed nut, bean paste, and winter melon mooncakes, longans, and pomelo. At this course we were joined by the Madison bears, who gamely tried everything. (Rather foolhardy of one of them, I thought, who has a cinnamon allergy. I guess we'll find out once and for all whether he reacts to cassia as well.)
They hit it off well with Turtle and her wife, as I would've predicted, and it wasn't long before I realised nearly an hour had gone by without a significant contribution to the conversation from the Old Man's corner. I glanced as his dropping face and wondered how I could tactfully clear the room, given that our guests were already self-conscious about imposing on us in our compromised state. At last Big-Dicked Bottom Bear reminded his hubby that they had Game Night to go to.
Hubby was disappointed I wasn't coming, but I was well beyond making a choice like that to please someone. Although I forwent the salmon, I knew I'd eaten too much mooncake and was going to have difficult getting a good night's sleep--even assuming I don't wake up again at 3 a.m. suffering another bout of overwhelming nausea. Besides, they're spending the night here, so there's ever a chance I may be well enough to socialise some tomorrow morning.
It was a marvelously clear evening, so I'm sure the moonrise was quite something. By the time it hove into view from the top our our porch, it was pearl white and glorious to see. By the time they set out to walk home in its light, I was almost accustomed to Turtle Wife's new face, narrowed considerably as a result of her gastric bypass surgery. During the meal, I had to constantly remind myself that it was a positive health change which had left it looking so much more gaunt and lined than when last I saw it.