Donald cooked lobsters, Hara cooked corn, and Allan made a salad. I think. I dunno, I was on the porch watching the tide.
If you don't eye it carefully, it might go and reverse itself, you know.
It was wonderful. Sue, this is for you.
It's not simply the lobsters. It is the people around the table, the wine, the ocean breeze.
Okay, the lobsters are fairly spectacular, pulled from the ocean that day, cooked to perfection. Someday, I'll learn how to cook them myself but for now, I rely on Donald's expertise.
No more fog rolling in, no more boat to row, or fish to catch. I'm home again.
Back to work.