In almost every relationship that has lasted for nineteen years (while this is our 9thwedding anniversary, we’ve been together for a decade more than that) there comes a point when routine overtakes everything and there seems to be nothing new under the sun. This doesn’t bother or frighten me anymore ~ it’s more of a comfort and source of contentment. That takes a while to grow into, and not everyone does. We reached that point a long time ago, and the companionship, friendship and love that we share has been more resonant and lasting than either of us might have expected.
However, there are moments when your husband still has the ability to surprise in wonderfully unexpected and unplanned ways, like when we were finishing up dinner at Nahita. Uninspired by the dessert listing and perhaps missing one key component of our very first wedding weekend, Andy mentioned the Chocolate Tower Cake at the Four Seasons. We recalled the lunch we had there (thank you Aunt Elaine) right after our ceremony, and how scrumptious that towering cake had been. At first it was just a nice memory, then we both looked at each other and sort of dared the other to suggest it without even speaking.
Realizing we were just around the corner from the Four Seasons, we got the check and made our way to the Bristol Lounge. One Chocolate Tower for two (actually listed as serving five, ahem) was about to arrive.
It was just as we remembered it ~ decadent, extravagant, and sky-high. For five it would be an overindulgence. For two it was utterly ridiculous, and just what we wanted. It arrived to the stunned onlooking of the table near us ~ a rowdily fun group of five who were at the tail-end of their meal and looking for something more. They asked what it was, so I showed them a slice and extolled its virtues. Hooting and hollering, they said they were going to order one, and a few minutes later they were digging in. (Andy jokingly asked the waiter for a cut of his tip since we’d added on such a big item.) We were there to spread the love ~ love of cake, and love of love.
Filled with both, we boxed up the remainder and tried our best to walk off everything we had eaten. There was still no rain. The walk was wonderful; the company was better…
