BUT, there is one thing. Food. Specifically dinner.
RJ is from a steak and potato family and I am more from a 'making-ends-meet' family. Pasta and hamburger were big staples and Sunday dinners spread into left-overs for Monday and Tuesday in casseroles or sandwiches. We have tried several variations of dinner. RJ is a very plain eater, no sauce or seasoning, just a little shake of salt is all he needs. I am, of course, the opposite. And while we have learned to accommodate one anothers tastes, I must admit that neither of us have a gourmet pallet.
We both agree that we should take some cooking classes, however our kitchen is 5' x 5' so there isn't much room for the creative juices to flow. Even still, I wonder if we have what it takes to make that special meal. The meal we would serve The Queen, is she popped by. (*smiles* thinking of the Kids in the Hall skit, where the Queen does pop by and they play, Truth or Dare.)
I read in 44 Scotland Street the following passage and it made me reflect on our simple eating.
"The subject of beauty would be shelved for the time being, she decided, as sheI just looked, I have no basil.
now had to think about lunch. There was some mozzarella in the fridge, and
that would go rather nicely with tomatoes. But did she have any basil?
Probably not, but then basil was not an essential. There were some who lived
entirely without basil, she reflected; some who had never heard of it;"