from 12/2: Restaurant moment.
It's a rainy May morning. It's also my birthday.
D and L take me out for breakfast at my favorite spot, Elmer's Store, a restaurant and country store stocked with artisan crafts and foods made and grown locally.
Elmer's serves heaping platefuls of farm-style food. Even though I can't finish a full serving of The Mount Saint Elmer's (two scrambled eggs with cheese, homefries, veg sausage, and three-seed toast with raspberry jam) no matter how hard I try, I order it every time.
We sit at a table near the front door. Six other tables are seated nearby. The conversations rise and fall between forkfuls of food.
L eats half of the homefries off my plate and I sneak a piece or two of his pancake. He waves to a woman seated next to us and they sign and laugh with each other. The server comes by to drop off the check. L tugs on her shirt. She takes his hand and he's lost in another conversation.
I pack up my leftovers, already anticipating my next birthday breakfast.