kid scars
the other night charles and i went out to the very swanky hong kong club for dinner. we were guests of members and the menu included items like boar, tripe, all sorts of truffles, and other such delicacies.
although he normally loves his steak, charles ordered liver, which didn't surprise me at all. charles loves liver when it is done properly. (i have never attempted to make liver for him out of fear that i would do it badly).
i had a spinach salad and halibut with seafood risotto. very nice, esp. the halibut.
but i noticed something particularly shocking during the meal. our hosts have daughters in their late teens, while mag char and i are still quite close to the memory of those kiddy years. and mag char and i were absolutely wolfing down our meal in comparison to our hosts.
what is it with us? i tried to pin it on our boorishness, but mag is no boor.
i was telling a friend how appalling we were, and she said, "nah, you're still getting over kid curse."
"uh?" i said.
"you shovel in your food because you didn't know how long you were going to be able to sit down for, when the meal would end, how long you had until you were catering for someone else."
friend reckons we have three more years until we are able to eat like regularly digesting humans again.
meanwhile, the tree is up and i am very very pleased to be smelling it.
and the nightmarket, for better or worse, is OVER. (and believe me, it is worse…we did not raise nearly as much money as we did last year). but, yay! the kids had a great time.
so that is that! roll on next week, where i have three Christmas plays to attend, one pta meeting, one board meeting, one all day fair to work at, one book club, one junk, and one class party. and that doesn't even include weekend parties!
