Dinner Contemplation
Aug 18, 2019 14:57:16 GMT -6
Post by Snick on Aug 18, 2019 14:57:16 GMT -6
The week was over finally. Jonathan was looking forward to not just tonight but the trip into Salem the following day. Hopefully he can slip away from the Faculty chaperons so he can make a quick trip to Lachry Mall. If he isn't able to slip away Jonathan will content himself with seeking what he hoped to fine in whatever shopping area the Chaperons insist on taking everybody.
Pushing tomorrow's plans aside, he considered what he wanted to eat for dinner. Porkchops, mashed potatoes, grits and steamed mixed vegetables looked more appealing than the typical Friday night pizza. Selecting porkchops and instructing the server to place the grits ontop of the mashed potatoes and gravy...baby poop potatoes as Rachel would call them. Smirking slightly he had to admit it did look like some of the horrid mess Suzie, his youngest sister made.
Having his dinner described as baby poop by his cousin never deterred him from eating it however. There was something about grits or what is essentially creamy cornmeal mush, mixed with gravy over mashed potatoes which he just couldn't get enough of. Next to this, he couldn't get enough of meat. Any type of meat would do too.
Finding a seat, he immediately focused on eating. As he had a 'swim date' later that night he wanted to have a good meal and give it time to settle before heading for the beach. If he played his cards right he may get a little action to start the weekend.
Esther looked up from her seat to see that Jonathan had taken a seat near her. He had recently been cast as her 'husband' in the play. "Ed!" She looked over the pile of food on his tray. "You must be famished. I must not be feeding you enough candy!"
She looked at her own plate--one small slice of pizza with the meat picked off and the steamed veggies arranged on it instead.
Jonathan looked up when he heard Esther call out Ed. He gave the goofy sort of grin he was developing for the role of Ed. "Essie my dear, I can never get enough of your candy." He was tempted to add a few not so 'Ed' comments but decided not to. He didn't want to offend Esther and he wasn't quite certain how good her sense of humor was.
Making a quick decision he stood and took up his plate and moved over to her table. "It would be unseemly if I don't sit with my lovely wife." He continued in his Ed voice. "By your leave of course."
"A shame they didn't just cook vegetarian pizza...but that certainly is one way to customize it." Jonathan commented in his regular voice. "There is a pizzeria near my home which makes the best pizza I ever had, including vegetarian. I believe they even offer spinach crust as well. Unless you just don't like pepperoni."
"You're welcome to sit with me." She scooted over to make room for him.
"I like pepperoni, but it doesn't always like me. I prefer my pizzas vegetarian. Just taste better to me this way." She took a bite of her pizza, a thin string of mozzerella pulling away from the slice as she did. She caught it on her chin and quickly sucked it up, strangely not looking sloppy about it at all, but as if it was the most natural thing in the world.
"Now where I'm from, they have this one pizza restaurant near where my dance studio is that specializes in hippie pizzas. Artichokes, capers, zucchini blossoms, pinion nuts, you name it, all on pizza. And when they can get away with it, I hear they even sneak their special herb butter on it," she started laughing. "I haven't tried that one. Mother made sure of that."
Jonathan smirked as she so skillfully sucked the errant strand of cheese from her chin into her mouth. There was something highly erotic about how she managed that trick without looking like a slob or slurping.
"I have to admit I haven't had artichokes or capers on pizza and I think your mother is wise to keep you away from the special herb butter. I have always felt keeping a clear head is the best way to do it." He took a bite of his porkchop and chewed it thoughtfully for a moment before swallowing. He smiles. "The wrong herb or potion can really kill the life out of an otherwise good time."
"True. I figure a little Maryjane is probably innocent enough, but it's all the other stuff the Muggles lace it with that you can't trust. I haven't tried it and don't intend to. I can have my fun without any extra help." She looked at the dark shadow that passed behind his eyes and stopped joking. "You talk like you've had personal experience. I'm not asking you to spill your gutts. Most of the time, it's the last thing any of us want to do, but if you ever do need someone to talk to, I'm not a bad listener." She shrugged.
Jonathan stirred his grits, gravy and mashed potatoes around on his plate a moment before looking up at Esther. "It was more a rhetorical statement. I will keep your offer in mind however, should I ever have a situation where a willing listener would come in handy."
"No worries." She shrugged. "So ready to play husband? I thought I could go into Salem and get a bunch of real candy to be Essie's candy. Not for rehearsal, but for the performances. It will be more fun with real candy . . . we can unwrap it, so it doesn't have anyone's label on it. What do you think? We can even give out samples to the audience or something." She thought a moment . . . "or maybe . . . do you think the home ec class wants to make candy?"
"I think it will be quite fun playing husband with you Esther Black," Jonathan says with a playful smile. "I do like the candy idea, real props always work best. I certainly can print up some cute sayings go along with them and appropriate packaging. The Home Ec class may like to have a practical project to do."
"I have to say I picked a very pretty woman to be my wife." He reaches over and takes her hand, kissing the back of it briefly before letting it go. "I look forward to our rehearsals and dazzling you with my amazing xylophone skills...or lack of."
He was handsome . . . and a good actor. "I think I'll have fun playing your wife too, Jonathan. I certainly have the goofy part down," she laughed.
She thought back to her talk with Maggie. "I know this is changing the subject, but how come you never pledged a legacy? I would have thought they'd have been trampling down your door."
Pushing tomorrow's plans aside, he considered what he wanted to eat for dinner. Porkchops, mashed potatoes, grits and steamed mixed vegetables looked more appealing than the typical Friday night pizza. Selecting porkchops and instructing the server to place the grits ontop of the mashed potatoes and gravy...baby poop potatoes as Rachel would call them. Smirking slightly he had to admit it did look like some of the horrid mess Suzie, his youngest sister made.
Having his dinner described as baby poop by his cousin never deterred him from eating it however. There was something about grits or what is essentially creamy cornmeal mush, mixed with gravy over mashed potatoes which he just couldn't get enough of. Next to this, he couldn't get enough of meat. Any type of meat would do too.
Finding a seat, he immediately focused on eating. As he had a 'swim date' later that night he wanted to have a good meal and give it time to settle before heading for the beach. If he played his cards right he may get a little action to start the weekend.
Esther looked up from her seat to see that Jonathan had taken a seat near her. He had recently been cast as her 'husband' in the play. "Ed!" She looked over the pile of food on his tray. "You must be famished. I must not be feeding you enough candy!"
She looked at her own plate--one small slice of pizza with the meat picked off and the steamed veggies arranged on it instead.
Jonathan looked up when he heard Esther call out Ed. He gave the goofy sort of grin he was developing for the role of Ed. "Essie my dear, I can never get enough of your candy." He was tempted to add a few not so 'Ed' comments but decided not to. He didn't want to offend Esther and he wasn't quite certain how good her sense of humor was.
Making a quick decision he stood and took up his plate and moved over to her table. "It would be unseemly if I don't sit with my lovely wife." He continued in his Ed voice. "By your leave of course."
"A shame they didn't just cook vegetarian pizza...but that certainly is one way to customize it." Jonathan commented in his regular voice. "There is a pizzeria near my home which makes the best pizza I ever had, including vegetarian. I believe they even offer spinach crust as well. Unless you just don't like pepperoni."
"You're welcome to sit with me." She scooted over to make room for him.
"I like pepperoni, but it doesn't always like me. I prefer my pizzas vegetarian. Just taste better to me this way." She took a bite of her pizza, a thin string of mozzerella pulling away from the slice as she did. She caught it on her chin and quickly sucked it up, strangely not looking sloppy about it at all, but as if it was the most natural thing in the world.
"Now where I'm from, they have this one pizza restaurant near where my dance studio is that specializes in hippie pizzas. Artichokes, capers, zucchini blossoms, pinion nuts, you name it, all on pizza. And when they can get away with it, I hear they even sneak their special herb butter on it," she started laughing. "I haven't tried that one. Mother made sure of that."
Jonathan smirked as she so skillfully sucked the errant strand of cheese from her chin into her mouth. There was something highly erotic about how she managed that trick without looking like a slob or slurping.
"I have to admit I haven't had artichokes or capers on pizza and I think your mother is wise to keep you away from the special herb butter. I have always felt keeping a clear head is the best way to do it." He took a bite of his porkchop and chewed it thoughtfully for a moment before swallowing. He smiles. "The wrong herb or potion can really kill the life out of an otherwise good time."
"True. I figure a little Maryjane is probably innocent enough, but it's all the other stuff the Muggles lace it with that you can't trust. I haven't tried it and don't intend to. I can have my fun without any extra help." She looked at the dark shadow that passed behind his eyes and stopped joking. "You talk like you've had personal experience. I'm not asking you to spill your gutts. Most of the time, it's the last thing any of us want to do, but if you ever do need someone to talk to, I'm not a bad listener." She shrugged.
Jonathan stirred his grits, gravy and mashed potatoes around on his plate a moment before looking up at Esther. "It was more a rhetorical statement. I will keep your offer in mind however, should I ever have a situation where a willing listener would come in handy."
"No worries." She shrugged. "So ready to play husband? I thought I could go into Salem and get a bunch of real candy to be Essie's candy. Not for rehearsal, but for the performances. It will be more fun with real candy . . . we can unwrap it, so it doesn't have anyone's label on it. What do you think? We can even give out samples to the audience or something." She thought a moment . . . "or maybe . . . do you think the home ec class wants to make candy?"
"I think it will be quite fun playing husband with you Esther Black," Jonathan says with a playful smile. "I do like the candy idea, real props always work best. I certainly can print up some cute sayings go along with them and appropriate packaging. The Home Ec class may like to have a practical project to do."
"I have to say I picked a very pretty woman to be my wife." He reaches over and takes her hand, kissing the back of it briefly before letting it go. "I look forward to our rehearsals and dazzling you with my amazing xylophone skills...or lack of."
He was handsome . . . and a good actor. "I think I'll have fun playing your wife too, Jonathan. I certainly have the goofy part down," she laughed.
She thought back to her talk with Maggie. "I know this is changing the subject, but how come you never pledged a legacy? I would have thought they'd have been trampling down your door."
