She doesn't like hot turkey in a sandwich.
It's true.
I've seen her eat from hole-in-the-wall restaurants, and reindeer sausage in a lavender field on an island, but she doesn't eat hot turkey in a sandwich. And you know what? It makes me feel better. Because when I turn my nose up at mayo, or mystery meat, or marinated bug juice on the side of a Jamaican road, I finally know she has a culinary kryptonite too.
About once a month the Carpoolqueen and I meet for coffee or lunch, and I always learn something new. I look forward to spending time with her. Not only is she is a good friend, but fun things happen when she is around.
For instance, I didn't get a picture of the two of us, which is a shame, because we both looked pretty cute...
But, I snapped this picture outside of the cafe seconds before an amorous couple stood beneath the Japanese lanterns, right in front of the upstairs window and enthusiastically showed their love for one another. Think excessive PDA. I almost choked on my salted carmel brownie for the chuckling that ensued.
Soon after I snapped this picture of the robot a very sweaty (if not slightly under-dressed) woman ran into the bakery in nothing but short running shorts and a smallish sports bra, and ran out with a cup of coffee in her hand.
I'm pretty sure you'll want to click on over to CPQ's site at some point, because she got the GOOD pictures... the pink-haired lady and the dessert.
That's the thing with CPQ, wherever she goes something fun(ny) will happen, and she will take it all in stride (along with a picture or two.)
In between bites of sandwich and pastry (with a heavy side of people watching) we laughed and talked about things on our mind and our heart, and it was just nice to be with someone who wants to enjoy life and know others... and can see the humor in everyday things and encourages others to do that too.
Love that CPQ.
1 comments:
I'm wrinkling my nose at the thought of hot turkey. The only thing that would make it worse? Add liver.
BLEAH!!!
I can't wait to go back and try all the other things we didn't get a chance to eat. Just give me a month or so to drop the six pounds from last week and the curse you cookies.
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