I do so hope you can stand one more "holiday meet-up" post. Because this is an important one. It's the only one with a centenarian in the mix. Which, as you know, lends an air of significance beyond compare. The Huff +1 lunch club met on the plaza and were joined by Meredith and Devin as well. Marti was looking festive in her red coat and sporting her mom's brooch that may or may not have been an unsigned Eisenberg.
We talked about Christmas stockings - what was put in them in the 1930's, the 1970's, and today. We discussed memorable Christmas's - like the year long ago in Chicago, when Marti was growing up and a dreadful boy who lived in her building grabbed her Grace Putnam doll, Lillian, and smashed her on a concrete ledge breaking the head into a million pieces. Oh! what a dreadful child that Tommy McCartney was and I am not ashamed to say I do hope he burned in hell for that move. Unless of course he did something wonderful with his life to make up for that terrible act of unkindness. There was talk of holiday menu's and Marti's gingerbread that Jennifer remembers fondly.
We ordered a "chocolate bag" for dessert - a wonderful concoction of a vanilla mouse with fresh fruit, all encased in a chocolate bag that you break open to enjoy. The expression on Meredith and Jennifer's faces tell you what you need to know about it. No exaggeration. It was spectacular - a perfect dessert for 5 to share with just a tiny taste for Devin.
Gosh we had fun. Our bill may or may not have been picked up by an older gentleman sitting at the bar who insisted that it would be his great pleasure. You decide if that is A. a complete lie, B. a partial truth but we wouldn't let him, C. an absolute fact.
The end.
Guessing B but hoping C. Merry Christmas to all of you!
Posted by: Chris Oliveira | 12/25/2023 at 06:54 AM