The living room and winter garden were filled with boxes of printed materials and envelopes. The folding machine clunked downstairs. My housemate was preparing a mailing. As good housemates we help each other, so I stuffed envelopes to Barbara Streisand’s and Barry Gibb’s singing.
After a respectable amount of work we decided to escape to dinner to our favourite local restaurant. It’s not the Café du Soleil but it will more than do.
A glance at the menu was the same as spring time. ASPARGAS, the first of the season. There were choices, with mayonnaise, vinaigrette, cheese, cream sauce, cream sauce and cheese or tips on a pizza. Choices, choices, the pressure. I ruled out the pizza no problem, but the battle was between the mayonnaise and the vinaigrette. The mayonnaise there is especially good (I suspect they make their own), so it won.
The asparagus was green on the top and white on the bottom. Both colours are sold here and I’ve listened to long debates over which is better at Florian’s.
After dinner we headed home to more envelopes and more music, with the knowledge that with restaurants serving asparagus, spring is close at hand.
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Good post. You should get Pual Anka's new CD! I have to go to go to badminton now.
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