The games people play

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Bill is a great cook - very inventive, has a lot of recipes - but I swear it feels like “Groundhog day” at dinnertime.  I think what is most tedious is going through the motions of emptying the dishwasher, setting the table, clearing, and cleaning up – again and again.  While cleaning up I often recite an equally monotonous tune from my childhood:

 𝅘𝅥𝅮𝅘𝅥𝅮 "“Wash the dishes, dry the dishes, turn the dishes oooooooover” 𝅘𝅥𝅮𝅘𝅥𝅮

Does anybody else remember that “game” we played at recess?  How did that entertain me for more than two minutes? I guess I was a bit of a simpleton.

As I was setting the table last night, I was secretly longing to be in a cozy restaurant.  Then I remembered another game I used to play when the kids were small and Bill wasn’t home for dinner. We called it the “Restaurant game”. I was the waiter and the chef, the kids were the patrons, and we printed a menu that consisted of my usual boring repertoire. Even though the food was the same predictable fare, the kids loved it – and often we started with dessert.  No rules, man, when daddy wasn’t home.

I was 100% certain that Bill would not be interested in playing the Restaurant game with me last night. But, I was desperate for a change...

My favorite place to eat when we go to a restaurant is in front of a fireplace. Even if it’s one of those pretend, gas lit types behind a glass plate, I always regret not reserving that primo table ahead of time. Usually, I look over at the happy people in front of the fire and feel a twinge of jealously. You do, too… Don’t you?

So, last night I dragged our kitchen table into the living room - right in front of our fireplace. I didn’t change the place setting, we didn’t have menus, and we didn’t eat dessert first. But, Bill and I had the primo spot for dinner, Chez Savino. 

It was such a positive change that we decided to keep the table there for the rest of the week

Which, by the way, opens up the kitchen into what I’m now calling the ‘Dance floor’ – just in time for Valentine’s Day.  

  💗💗💗

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