We kept my
birthday on low key yesterday. We did
not to an upscale restaurant yesterday or anything like that.
But we did
go to a nearby small restaurant that has good food. It was just the owner and one tall teenager
that was waiter. Or I think he was a
teenager by the way he carried himself, but he may have been in his early 20s.
The food was
good. I had blackened catfish, hushpuppies,
and coleslaw. At first we were the only
customers, then three other groups came in.
After we
finished Anna asked the young man if they did
anything for birthdays. The guy
looked puzzled. I think the tall awkward
guy imagined himself singing "Happy Birthday" to me. Then he said he could give me peach pie. It was agreed, I would get peach pie with ice
cream.
He asked did
I want to peach pie warmed up and I said sure.
After all, let's go for it all!
The owner
brought the heated peach pie, no ice cream.
I found out
something I didn't know. Freshly nuked
peaches in peach pie hold their hotness.
When I bit into the pie the almost boiling peach juice clung to my tongue
I wanted to run around screaming. I
settled for a mouth of cold water.
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