Rachel basically spooned some sort of strained porridge into me.
The day after I found that out, I went into the kitchen and started to cook for myself. And I mean I cooked up a storm——chili, my famous garlic cheesy mashed potatoes, steaks, cakes, cookies.
One day, not long afterward, I was walking to my favorite cupcake store to get a treat. [...]
We ordered cupcakes and talked for a little——well, she talked——as we ate.
I chose the menu, which was going to feature Puerto Rican specialties like ports with rice and beans, empanadas, fish, and chicken. I wanted a vanilla wedding cake with lemon meringue filling and a butter-cream white frosting to set it all off, and that is precisely what the cake lady made for me——to perfection. The cake would sit atop a gazebo-like construction with smaller cakes on stands around it. There were two wedding rings on the top of the cake, and they were a last-minute substitution because the item I originally ordered to crown the cake——a porcelain bride and groom in dance pose surrounded by a heart——didn't arrive until long after the event. I guess every wedding has a few "hiccups," as Miguel caller them, but although the rings were a late-hour fix, they looked beautiful. Underneath the main cake and sort of inside the gazebo was a self-contained little waterfall of lemon "wine," as we called it——nonalcoholic so our nondrinking guests could enjoy it too.
Somebody brought me a drink in a martini glass with rainbow sprinkles around the rim. The drink itself contained alcohol plus more alcohol diluted with bubbly. It was awesome.
Then, in the evening, my sweetie made dinner. Unless we're out at a restaurant with some friends from our safe circle, one or the other of us is the chef, depending on what we're in the mood for. We each have our own different areas of cooking expertise. He is the grilling expert, and I am the sandwich expert. Tonight it was burgers on the grill, and then we settled down in front of the television in the living room and chilled.
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