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The more we get to know ourselves the harder it is to justify our quirks and habits. Fortunately the older we grow the more at ease we become with who and what we are.
TO BEGIN WITH
Black Saturday Moonlight Ride
Last Black Saturday night was a great time. Denielle, Ryah, and I went for a moonlight ride and we found ourselves ending up at Teriyaki Boy in the Subic Bay Freeport at about 8:00 pm. We were all starving and thought this was what our taste buds were craving. After a couple of minutes of chatting with the waitress then she gave us a comfortable sofa seat.
My wife ordered for us and said, “the usual,” which meant we’d been here quite a number of times. The waitress went to the kitchen and after a few minutes came back with two servings of what people around here call “California Maki.”
MY LOVE FOR MAKI
I’d fallen in love with it the second I tasted it which, as far as I can ascertain, was unusual because of my allergy to crustaceans. It’s kind of like sushi, only with boiled shrimp, a slice of ripe golden mangos, and seaweed flakes as fillings. What makes it irresistible is the joining of flavors of the wasabi dip and the caviar-coated rice crust that pops in your mouth as you chew this magical meal. I especially liked the feeling of having caviar bits stuck between my teeth, and enjoyed licking them away with my tongue. 6 pieces cost P125.00, and I would gladly spend it any time of the day. Haha… okay, not really, but close to that.
The Most Intimate Relationships Began While Dinner
With all these “Maki-nations” on how I like Maki, I know, with all of my heart, that I wouldn’t enjoy dining here without my wife and daughter, even after all the luscious descriptions I stated above. It’s either with them or not at all. A friend once said “the most intimate relationships began while dinner”, which I totally agree with.
Denielle and I have developed, intensified, fortified our relationship through the years by eating together, whether at home or dining out. The most delicious meals I’ve had in my lifetime were always with her. Consequently, the most personal conversations were made while dining. As lovers, we eat together and cope together and learn to reason with and respect each other more than we sleep with and make love to one another.
Love is such a gift. No one can write a proper thank you note for receiving it or praise it enough to say what it really is, the meeting of alike minds and hearts; the willingness to commit, the ability to leave self to take care of itself while you concentrate on making it easier for another. Simple gestures while dining make up for a whole lot in the long run, believe me.
So that’s what love and dining is to Raymund Tamayo?
With all these “Maki-nations” on how I like Maki, I know, with all of my heart, that I wouldn’t enjoy dining here without my wife and daughter, even after all the luscious descriptions I stated above. It’s either with them or not at all. A friend once said “the most intimate relationships began while dinner”, which I totally agree with.
Denielle and I have developed, intensified, fortified our relationship through the years by eating together, whether at home or dining out. The most delicious meals I’ve had in my lifetime were always with her. Consequently, the most personal conversations were made while dining. As lovers, we eat together and cope together and learn to reason with and respect each other more than we sleep with and make love to one another.
Love is such a gift. No one can write a proper thank you note for receiving it or praise it enough to say what it really is, the meeting of alike minds and hearts; the willingness to commit, the ability to leave self to take care of itself while you concentrate on making it easier for another. Simple gestures while dining make up for a whole lot in the long run, believe me.
So that’s what love and dining is to Raymund Tamayo?
Multiply that by infinity, take that to the depths of forever, and you still will barely have a glimpse of what I’m talking about. These are my words now, Bill.
Raymund's Random Thoughts
Raymund's Random Thoughts
Love is the coming together of two ordinary people to make one extraordinary being.
Love isn't bread, it's better.
Love is always worth the trouble.
Poem of the Week
Love is always worth the trouble.
Poem of the Week
LOVE ISN’T BREAD, IT’S BETTER
by Emon
See how easily
we fit together,
with God’s own hand clutching us
and this warm home, and this wide bed,
waking up safe and sound.
I miss
breakfasts with you around.
Gardenia and Anchor butter
with bacon strips and a hash brown
two perfectly fried sunny side ups,
instant perfect match.
When the wind starts singing
across the backyard and into
our friendly kitchen,
love fills the air and nobody
hears it but us.
See how easily
we fit together,
with God’s own hand clutching us
and this warm home, and this wide bed,
waking up safe and sound.
I miss
breakfasts with you around.
Gardenia and Anchor butter
with bacon strips and a hash brown
two perfectly fried sunny side ups,
instant perfect match.
When the wind starts singing
across the backyard and into
our friendly kitchen,
love fills the air and nobody
hears it but us.
(November 2007)
Hope you all had a calm and peaceful weekend. Don’t forget to log in and out every now and then and unless too many coughed up work and work and work, which all of us seemed much indulged in now, or some Costochondritis or two gets in the way, I’ll see you next week.
AND FINALLY
Hope you all had a calm and peaceful weekend. Don’t forget to log in and out every now and then and unless too many coughed up work and work and work, which all of us seemed much indulged in now, or some Costochondritis or two gets in the way, I’ll see you next week.
Thanks for stopping by.
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