A Delightful Dinner

Yesterday I wished away the rain only to wake up to a 15degree morning. (I will never understand how that happens.) When I walked home last night, it was still in the fifties?!

Last night was a really nice start to my week. Emily invited me over to her apartment for dinner. We talked a bit until Daniel got home. I had never met him before but assumed he would be great since I like Emily so much; I was right.

For dinner Emily made a version of "beef" stew filled with tofu, potatoes, carrots and kale. It was hearty, flavorful and filling. To accompany the stew she made some simple biscuits, which I used to dip in the stew. At the table we shared the food as we got to know each other a little more. I find them both incredibly interesting and intelligent people.

The meal ended with a little dessert: mango passion coconut milk ice cream, a homemade chocolate chip cookie and some hot tea- this almond flavor that I had never had before. I guess Emily made the cookies with buckwheat flour, an ingredient I have never used before but liked. It left the cookies with almost a blue tint to them, and I really liked the flavor and the texture.

It was getting late, and I knew I should leave soon, but Daniel told me that I couldn't not partake in their ritual of live music after dinner. Unfortunately I had nothing to add to the duo, so I sat on the couch as Daniel sang and played the guitar and Emily accompanied him on the piano. I was not sure exactly how to explain it to him. Daniel sounds like a professional, very natural. When I told him that I wish I could sing, he told me that he hasn't always been able to sing. I should try. He just worked at it a lot. Then, when I commented that I wish I played an instrument, he asked me why I didn't? So is there hope for me?

In general, they were a great couple to be around. Although they've been together for awhile, I can tell that they really love each other, which is always refreshing. Talking to hem has made me think about age more. When Daniel told me that he is 32, I was shocked. Am I more mature? Does he have a young spirit? (He calls it immaturity.) Is it a little bit of both, or is age really just a number, irrelevant once you hit a certain point? I definitely hope to spend more time with them in the future, which I don't think will be too hard.

So far today (I got in at 10.) I have spent most of my day trying to drown out screaming two year-olds. I have a headache!