“Of course,” he answered. “I just had a wonderful dinner and now I’m watching a movie about wonderful food. How could I not be happy? – there’s good food involved!”
She smiled and patted his stomach before returning to what she’d been doing.
They’d been grocery shopping earlier and, as they entered the store, they were greeted by a sumptuous array of shrimp, scallops and lobster in a special display.
The shrimp, succulent and gorgeous and cooked to perfection – large and beautiful – the type you find as a shrimp cocktail in a good restaurant.
“Just keep filling the bag and I’ll tell you when to stop,” he’d told the clerk.
Weighed it was two-and-a-half pounds.
“Perfect!” he announced.
They were both hungry, having not eaten lunch, and devoured about a pound with cocktail sauce as soon as they got home.
Three hours later Nashiki rice topped with sautéed assorted bell peppers and onions and the shrimp thrown in at the last minute all in a butter and herb dressing.
A glass of Merlot and all seemed right with the world.