nervous.
o, what to wear.
too hot outside.
clean the house.
thoroughly.
why?
something to do with all that strange energy.
blind dates are brave.
pick the restaurant.
second guess the choice a hundred times.
don't want to go someplace where everyone and the dishwasher know me.
or have crush on chef. or baker.
but want delicious food.
nervous.
giddy.
hot. oppressively so.
what if
it's dreadful,
feels too long,
can't get away fast enough?
but it's none of the above.
lovely.
more under the surface than one might know from a glance.
east coast. Jersey.
fishes. fly & sea.
freckles. and Jewish.
musician too.
has no tv, although has watched the Sopranos.
strong. works with hands.
this is important to me.
an upstart, too!
orders goat, i get porchetta.
it's an unexpected pleasure.
i like meeting new people.
an exceptional extra ordinary Royal Blenheim apricot sorbet sat between us.
tiny butter cookie speckled with polenta, sea salt and a raw sugar.
yes, please.
and just to prove how small a world is.
we know someone in common.
someone i've known since my childhood.
Polly Frizzell. through bluegrass.
go figure.
walked away tingly.
not knowing, no.
but taking in the moment, experience.
have had a lot of dead end crushes lately,
would rather
stolen kisses
something to think about besides baked goods.
not that baked goods aren't fun. they are.
but it's summer.
and yes, there's also stone fruit, and bush berries, and coconut cream pie, and hot biscuits and ice cream and shorts and river swims and
everyone is out and about
looking good.
i'm looking for delicious people.
if you know anyone,
registration is now open.
xo
thank you for making me smile today. you going on a blind date??? i think i've just made it obvious that my own social life is pretty much nil at this point!
Posted by: kayenne | 09 July 2008 at 03:10 AM
Such a lovely and optimistic poem!
Posted by: Lydia (The Perfect Pantry) | 09 July 2008 at 06:25 AM
I love this poem. :)
Posted by: Cameron S. | 09 July 2008 at 09:33 AM
OMG what an adorable post. A blind date, a fresh crush, like fireflies lighting up a dark summer night. Cheers, SFL
Posted by: Heather | 09 July 2008 at 03:30 PM
Oh if only I could eat cream pies every day without paying the consequences...evil brown butter and sweet dreams. A delicious date with destiny.
Posted by: KungFoozzzz | 09 July 2008 at 05:26 PM
YOU GO!!!!! you are keeping me keeping on! :)
Posted by: melvis | 09 July 2008 at 07:06 PM
(to be read with jewish mama undertones) So how was the date?
Posted by: Natalie Sztern | 10 July 2008 at 09:09 AM
Great poem. Anybody should feel lucky to share an apricot sorbet with you :)
Posted by: tartelette | 13 July 2008 at 12:02 AM