Both Sides of the Fence
A Tosa resident since 1991, Christine walks the dog, raises kids, cooks but avoids housework, writes and reads, and works too much. A Quaker and
The Aging Maven, she has been known to stand on both sides of the political and philosophic fence at the same time, which is very uncomfortable when you think about it. She writes about pretty much whatever stops in to visit her busy mind at the moment. One reader described her as "incredibly opinionated but not judgmental." That sounds like a good thing to strive for!
Bringing my baby back home
By Christine McLaughlin
Wednesday, Jul 11 2007, 11:38 AM
Yesterday’s storm blew in cool fresh air and a Midwest jet carrying Annie, my eldest, back from Colorado. Today is a very good day indeed.
The flight was delayed but not much by today’s standards. Her father picked her up, and by a little before 9 we were all assembled around a pretty table at Il Mito on North Avenue.
Fellow blogger Jean Radtke was there gracing an outdoor table.
We were inside, where the place was blessedly not over-air-conditioned. I actually had to take off my jacket.
The food was lovely, but I have to say they’ve carried portion control a little far. We ordered two appetizers, and two of us had soup, yet we had to fight over the tiny bread basket that carried six precious two-inch-square chunks of good crusty bread—about a small baguette-worth.
It was a pity, as the olive oil and garlic and the juice from the insalata Caprese, tomatoes and basil and mozzarella in good balsamic vinegar, begged to be sopped up.
Andrea Bocelli and an unusual assortment of friends serenaded us in the background. I’m afraid we grew a little loud with laughter over the petite breadbasket, about the size of Mac’s palm.
Or was it pleasure in satisfying our hunger and breaking bread together that made us laugh? Maybe both.
If you go there, and I hope you do, let me know your interpretation of the bas-relief frieze on the wall over our table. On the right, Pan or some other satyr pipes a furious bacchanal. The couple on the far left seem to be enjoying themselves, but we debated about the ones in the middle.
Last night, with all three of my beautiful children under my roof, I slept well again.
