Fluffy

Things so far with Hercules are going quite well.  But I wanted to share this amusing anecdote.  My Italian language skills have improved drastically over the last few weeks, but I do make blunders here and there.  I suggested to Hercules that we have dinner week before last.  He came over with a gorgeous houseplant (how attentive, he’d noticed my large houseplant collection) and a bottle of wine.  I was grateful for the gifts but surprised, especially with the wine.  So I headed out the door and started walking towards a nearby restaurant.  About halfway there, I realized Hercules had thought I would be cooking dinner.  That explains the wine (tradition to bring wine or candy when invited to dinner in Italy) and the houseplant (hostess gift).  I quickly said it would be no problem and that we could go back to my apartment and I would cook up something.  Upon taking a closer look at my refrigerator and pantry, I realized this was a bad idea.  All I had was frozen corn and Tyson chicken patties.  I was genuinely mortified that his first true American homecooking would be redneck food.  He seemed to sense my panic and said it was fine, that we would go back out for pizza.

So we had a nice pizza dinner at my favorite dive.  I don’t think the waitstaff in local restaurants are used to seeing local men dining with US ex-pat women, especially while speaking in an odd mix of English and Italian and of course constantly flipping thru dictionaries.  But anyway, all was good and I’ll cook a nice meal for him eventually once I figure out what he does and doesn’t like.  He is so polite I am sure he would have eaten the redneck food while saying “Eeez good, very good”.

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