Not quite.Our last dinner before dear submitted his proposal on how we should phase out our then relationship and adopt the fiancee-fiance scheme. *chortles* (anyway that's not how he did it. he was very romantic. enough said *zip*)
My favourite for this keisei-meal was the little glass of apple wine which I, the clutz that I was, spilt half of that precious mixture onto the tatami mat. My heart broke for both the mat and my favourite beverage. I kept the remaining for the last, but our meals-lady, bless her heart, removed it because she had thought I had finished with my meal.
She also chided me good-naturedly for not eating the horse sashimi. She praised dear and gave him a look of approval. He had, I belief, with the empty plate been inducted and accepted into the esoteric world of Japanese haute cuisine. We had hatched a little plan, though, place 3 out of 5 pieces onto his empty plate so that it would appear that I had eaten some. But we simply forgot! *lol*
My favourite for this keisei-meal was the little glass of apple wine which I, the clutz that I was, spilt half of that precious mixture onto the tatami mat. My heart broke for both the mat and my favourite beverage. I kept the remaining for the last, but our meals-lady, bless her heart, removed it because she had thought I had finished with my meal.
She also chided me good-naturedly for not eating the horse sashimi. She praised dear and gave him a look of approval. He had, I belief, with the empty plate been inducted and accepted into the esoteric world of Japanese haute cuisine. We had hatched a little plan, though, place 3 out of 5 pieces onto his empty plate so that it would appear that I had eaten some. But we simply forgot! *lol*
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