last night we had the missionaries over for dinner. it's always entertaining. i get a bit nervous about how my children will behave. it seems whenever a guest arrives, they act like they have been locked in a closet with no food or water for weeks, and must seek attention.
they were good. they always are. (except for once...years ago. eddie and ceily were the devil's spawn that night. the sister missionaries were here and the two children were literally wrestling under the dinner table. and not in a fun, happy way. that's the most irate i have ever been...i think. they got in big trouble. had to go to bed right that instant or something like that.)
back to the story... our 'table topics' cards were gotten and a question was read:
what is the best meal you have ever eaten?
one missionary responded the best meal he ever ate was CHIPOTLE. yes, i repeat, CHIPOTLE. we all decided he needed to expand his restaurant repertoire. even his companion laughed at him.
i remembered my best meal ever. it's making me happy right now. chris and i and ceily had traveled to England. we arrived in london early in the morning. had rented a car and a car seat and decided we were going to drive to llandudno, wales. chris had a conference, i was tagging along. chris was the driver. i was the director. we were excited. wanted to see the beauty the country had to offer so we decided to drive over to southern wales and then travel through wales to our destination on the northern coast.
well, there is no quick route from southern wales to northern wales. the trip from London took a very long time. something like 13 hours. driving on the wrong side of the road, on the wrong side of the car...not too assuring.
we passed tiny quaint towns. window boxes spilling with lush, blooming flowers. little ladies, heads covered with scarfs, walking down the cobble stoned streets with baskets in hand, i'm sure filled with warm, fresh baked bread. behind them the horizon pink with setting sun. yes, when you travel in a car for 13 hours, the sun sets and it gets dark.
so we were driving on unknown roads. in the dark. still not too sure when we would arrive. roads very tiny. trucks, not so tiny, passing.
we almost didn't arrive that night. because as we were on a tiny, tiny road, a road built for one car, half a car actually, and we were following a slower car. i said, because i was the director, "just pass him. it's clear."
so chris started to just pass him, and right at that moment, up over a hill, came a large truck, barreling down the lane were were in. and i kid you not...i saw our life flash before us. we were gonners. but chris, being the reactor that he is, turned the wheel and we returned to the side of the road and my life was mine again. to live. i was happy.
we did eventually make it. we were a bit worried our cute little bed and breakfast was going to be closed for the night because it was sooooo late, after we took our leisurely cross country drive to wales. it wasn't and we plopped into bed, thanked the lord we were alive...and ceily and i slept for 18 hours.
when ceily and i woke, we went for walks, explored, and chased the birds along the coastline. didn't eat much.
we all know, or we have heard, that the food in britian...not the best. and it's not. the best. i will never try a blood sausage ever again. the fried toast was delish though. one place we went had snickers bars and kit kats for dessert. on the menu. really.
evening came. we met chris and walked some more. we traversed the castle walls. walked up green, grassy hills. saw sheep grazing. didn't get the fish and chips, wrapped in greasy newspaper, i so desired. we were getting hungry. very hungry. but we kept walking. and walking. and walking.
one thing about chris; he's a talker. likes to talk. loves to talk to strangers. i don't- like to talk. i'm always glad when chris is with me. this evening we were walking, very hungry, reading menus on doors, not enticed. three boys were on the street and chris decided he would ask them for a restaurant recommendation. it turned out that two of them were lds missionaries and the third was a local member. he told us of the best indian restaurant. so we went. to a house divided. one part home. one part restaurant.
and i have never, never, ever tasted food so fine. ever before. ever again. i ordered a simple curry over rice. it's a curry i dream about. a curry i have tried to re-discover at countless indian restaurants. never have been able to. i don't remember what chris ate. but he too, believes his to be the best food ever. ever.
(my answer wasn't this long of course. i think i actually said: "there was an indian restaurant in wales that had the best curry ever." i think ceily said: "ewww. curry. gross.")
i don't know if it was because we were starving. or if all the other meals had been horrid. but i do know that if i ever make it back to llandudno, wales, i sure hope we find that house of curry.
another question: what is your family known for?
we couldn't really answer that question. no one has ever let us know what we are know for in our circles we frequent. the same missionary told us it's probably lively dinner conversation.
they were good. they always are. (except for once...years ago. eddie and ceily were the devil's spawn that night. the sister missionaries were here and the two children were literally wrestling under the dinner table. and not in a fun, happy way. that's the most irate i have ever been...i think. they got in big trouble. had to go to bed right that instant or something like that.)
back to the story... our 'table topics' cards were gotten and a question was read:
what is the best meal you have ever eaten?
one missionary responded the best meal he ever ate was CHIPOTLE. yes, i repeat, CHIPOTLE. we all decided he needed to expand his restaurant repertoire. even his companion laughed at him.
i remembered my best meal ever. it's making me happy right now. chris and i and ceily had traveled to England. we arrived in london early in the morning. had rented a car and a car seat and decided we were going to drive to llandudno, wales. chris had a conference, i was tagging along. chris was the driver. i was the director. we were excited. wanted to see the beauty the country had to offer so we decided to drive over to southern wales and then travel through wales to our destination on the northern coast.
well, there is no quick route from southern wales to northern wales. the trip from London took a very long time. something like 13 hours. driving on the wrong side of the road, on the wrong side of the car...not too assuring.
we passed tiny quaint towns. window boxes spilling with lush, blooming flowers. little ladies, heads covered with scarfs, walking down the cobble stoned streets with baskets in hand, i'm sure filled with warm, fresh baked bread. behind them the horizon pink with setting sun. yes, when you travel in a car for 13 hours, the sun sets and it gets dark.
so we were driving on unknown roads. in the dark. still not too sure when we would arrive. roads very tiny. trucks, not so tiny, passing.
we almost didn't arrive that night. because as we were on a tiny, tiny road, a road built for one car, half a car actually, and we were following a slower car. i said, because i was the director, "just pass him. it's clear."
so chris started to just pass him, and right at that moment, up over a hill, came a large truck, barreling down the lane were were in. and i kid you not...i saw our life flash before us. we were gonners. but chris, being the reactor that he is, turned the wheel and we returned to the side of the road and my life was mine again. to live. i was happy.
we did eventually make it. we were a bit worried our cute little bed and breakfast was going to be closed for the night because it was sooooo late, after we took our leisurely cross country drive to wales. it wasn't and we plopped into bed, thanked the lord we were alive...and ceily and i slept for 18 hours.
when ceily and i woke, we went for walks, explored, and chased the birds along the coastline. didn't eat much.
we all know, or we have heard, that the food in britian...not the best. and it's not. the best. i will never try a blood sausage ever again. the fried toast was delish though. one place we went had snickers bars and kit kats for dessert. on the menu. really.
evening came. we met chris and walked some more. we traversed the castle walls. walked up green, grassy hills. saw sheep grazing. didn't get the fish and chips, wrapped in greasy newspaper, i so desired. we were getting hungry. very hungry. but we kept walking. and walking. and walking.
one thing about chris; he's a talker. likes to talk. loves to talk to strangers. i don't- like to talk. i'm always glad when chris is with me. this evening we were walking, very hungry, reading menus on doors, not enticed. three boys were on the street and chris decided he would ask them for a restaurant recommendation. it turned out that two of them were lds missionaries and the third was a local member. he told us of the best indian restaurant. so we went. to a house divided. one part home. one part restaurant.
and i have never, never, ever tasted food so fine. ever before. ever again. i ordered a simple curry over rice. it's a curry i dream about. a curry i have tried to re-discover at countless indian restaurants. never have been able to. i don't remember what chris ate. but he too, believes his to be the best food ever. ever.
(my answer wasn't this long of course. i think i actually said: "there was an indian restaurant in wales that had the best curry ever." i think ceily said: "ewww. curry. gross.")
i don't know if it was because we were starving. or if all the other meals had been horrid. but i do know that if i ever make it back to llandudno, wales, i sure hope we find that house of curry.
another question: what is your family known for?
we couldn't really answer that question. no one has ever let us know what we are know for in our circles we frequent. the same missionary told us it's probably lively dinner conversation.
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