Daily Morsel
Hot, Hot, Hot
Admittedly, I was listening, but all I could see were his lips.
It began with a simple flirtation - a locking glance, then a downward shy look only to catch his eye again as coyly as I knew how. His eyes were as blue as the Aegean Sea. Why not?
We were flirting in Eros, the only bar/restaurant in Matala, Crete. Our small group of wayward young travelers landed in this small coastal town for a Greek adventure as a violent storm raged. A morning of Nescafe and lunch of hummus and olives were a prologue to the rounds of Mythos beer that lasted well into the evening. We shared tall travel tales and finally a table alone.
He spoke French, and trust me, I was listening. I was mesmerized by those luscious lips that protruded as he spoke. Armel was Quebecois, not French. French, Greek, horse or no horse - his lips spoke to me, and little else mattered. Roast a goat over a spit, dance on the table and break the plates. I was in Armel's arms the next night standing in a cave overlooking the sea, powerful waves crashing on the rocks below. Ooopa!
A few weeks later, this Greek odyssey continued when Armel appeared at my door in Brittany, France, where I was a student. He whisked me off to his aunt's house for a weekend on the Normandy coast. We prepared a meal together in the small, stone kitchen - a potage of mushrooms and caramelized onions, French batard and bottle of wine. Soup was not the only thing simmering in that kitchen. Armel was a baker at heart and whipped together a rich chocolate pots de crème, a perfect dining culmination. The scene was set: flickering candles, Jacques Brel on the phonograph, a bottle of Bordeaux and . . . did I mention his lips? Modesty and taste prevent me from revealing what followed.
Armel visited several times during our adventure in Europe that year. Then he surprised me the following year with a visit to the Carolinas. Alas, the distance was too much for this hot romance to endure, but it remains a distant simmering memory. Although my sweet husband of soon-to-be 20 years consistently and creatively piques my romantic interest, it certainly is fun to recall those sizzling lips, chocolate morsels and ooopa moments with Armel.
I have been listening to you, our customers at Something Classic, in between my romantic reveries. This month we are introducing our new hot, hot, hot sandwiches at Something Classic Café on East Boulevard as well as your favorite sandwiches made to order . . . all served with a little romance. Happy Valentine's Day, friends and lovers.
Jill Marcus
Founder, Green Goddess Alliance
President,
Something Classic Catering & Cafés
Community Café at Discovery Place
Halcyon, Flavors from the Earth
Feel free to email me directly at jill@somethingclassic.com
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