Wait . . don’t answer that question! 🙂
Vince is normally . . I wouldn’t say quiet but he isn’t as likely to strike up a conversation with strangers as I am. We hadn’t been dating long and we were in a crowded restaurant in south Louisiana where people are pretty friendly. I struck up a conversation with the people in line behind us and they ended up sitting at our table and the next day we met them at the Crawfish Festival and had lunch with them there. Vince said he had never known anyone who would just strike up a conversation with strangers. He no longer is shocked that I will talk to anyone anywhere.
Friday I was going to the grocery store and I told him . . if there’s anything you’re going to want from the store between now and about December 28, please let me know so I can get it because I don’t want to have to go out again. Nope, didn’t need a thing. I wondered how long it would be before we had to go out! Saturday morning! First thing Saturday morning:
Vince: I wish I had asked you to get stuff to make hot dogs.
Me: We’ll go to the store again towards the end of next week.
Vince: I really want a hot dog.
Me: We can go to Sonic.
Vince: No . . I want to make hot dogs at home.
Me: But we can’t . . we have no wieners.
Before the day was over, we went to the grocery store. Kroger had Angus Rib Roasts on sale and even though I had already bought one, I wanted another. I love prime rib and cooked at home is the best . . at least the best I can get around here.
Vince was doing his usual up and down every aisle shopping so I headed back to the meat department. They only had one roast out and it didn’t have much marbling so I asked the meat guy if they had more. He told me he would have to cut some and off he went. In the meantime, a lady, holding the one rib roast, walked up. By now, Vince is back.
Lady: Have you seen the meat guy?
Me: He went to cut some more rib roasts.
Lady: Are you getting one?
Me: Yes, I just wanted one with more marbling.
Lady: I need a larger one. Do you know how many this will serve?
Me: Typically, you figure two people per rib but if you have big eaters, add a few ribs.
Lady: How do you cook it?
Me: We like ours medium rare so we season it and cook at 500º for about 5 minutes per pound, then leave it in the oven with the oven off for about an hour and a half.
She repeated all that to me. I explained that I wasn’t sure how this would work if she was getting a really big roast . . I usually cook one with 2 or 3 ribs.
Then Vince and I walked off and I decided I’d do what I said I would never do and buy some frozen shrimp because Christmas Eve just isn’t Christmas Eve without shrimp gumbo. I got the shrimp, grabbed a tub of crabmeat and here’s the same lady again.
Lady: Excuse me . . but what do you have in your hand?
Lady: What are you going to do with that?
Me: Make a gumbo?
Lady: Do you think it would be good for crabcakes?
Me: I’ve never really made crabcakes so I can’t tell you.
Lady: So, you’re making gumbo??
As I quickly walked away, Vince said “What was that all about? I thought she was going to ask you to come to her house and cook!” I told him that I thought maybe we both look like we eat a lot of good food so we would be good ones to ask about cooking!
I wonder what Vince would do if strangers struck up a conversation with him. Probably the same thing he does when I try to strike up a conversation with him! 🙂