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Dinner With TCR. May 24, 2008

Posted by littlebangtheory in Dinner with TCR, Love and Death.

It’s a beautiful Spring evening. The light exits stage west, the baby-pink-and-blue sky fades to gray, the new leaves tremble in a cool breeze. An occasional car hisses past, the swell of it’s passing taking bits of me away on a Doppler ride into the nascent night.

Tonight’s feature is Chicken Alone, an amalgam of Middle Eastern Marinade and deep longing, with the gas grill blustering and billowing savory smoke as I spoon on a mixture of marinated garlic and Extra Virgin olive oil. Bursts of flame rise into the deepening night like prayer flags fluttering in a futile wind, and I quickly close the lid, marrying the memories and the marinade ’till the juices run clear and sweet.

Mere minutes later, a mountain of baby spinach is heaped on top; yes, I’m grilling spinach, and a small jar of roasted red peppers, juice and all, and the rest of the marinade, the lot of them protesting the flames even as they soften, become tender, become one.

I used to live for the sharing of these meals, the shudder of pleasure as the first mouthful hit its mark, eyes closing, neck elongating to slowly swallow my offering, a low moan attesting to the rightness of it all.

Tonight, in the stillness of night, at a table for one, it needs just a subtle, simple something…

A spritz of salt falls from my lower lashes,

And Dinner is Served.



1. DCup - May 24, 2008

You’re making my matchmaking thing kick in……..

2. FranIAm - May 25, 2008

Why am I suddenly hungry for this type of meal at 7am???

You cad, I love you for this.

Only I have but cereal to serve myself at this point!

3. sherry - May 25, 2008

better dinner alone at times.

4. Tengrain - May 25, 2008

Eat the one you’re with, TCR.



5. Pagan Sphinx - May 25, 2008

good one, Tengrain… 🙂 and ditto.

6. littlebangtheory - May 25, 2008

Alas, I lack the requisite spinal flexibility.

7. Jennifer - May 25, 2008

Okay, Ralph. We’re going to have to stop making each other cry. For reals.

8. littlebangtheory - May 25, 2008

Jen, never stop crying. There are things in this world worth shedding a tear over, and not to do so would be an abrogation of our humanity.

Cry when it feels right. It’s a gift.

9. Pagan Sphinx - May 26, 2008

One more thought:

Don’t get distracted or sidetracked and end up taking less than you deserve. From anyone. K?

Love ya,

10. littlebangtheory - May 26, 2008

‘k. And thanks.

11. johnieB - May 27, 2008


I’m mixing Fiddleheads, Artichoke hearts, and preserved lemons with some intimidated (hardly “cooked”) Dover Sole / Olive oil and Chives, followed with mixed greens, Goat cheese (local: bellissima!) and Kathy the Baker’s Rustica, with a plain Chablis.


12. littlebangtheory - May 27, 2008

Sounds awesome, johnnie! And I’m particularly intrigued by the “intimidated” sole 🙂 Sounds somewhat like a ceviche to my untrained gastronomic ear!

BTW, the fiddleheads here have apparently gone by, though the fully-formed plants seem to have expanded their range somewhat from last year, which I hope will bode well for the future!

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