a simple, relaxed weekend. saturday. a morning for making pancakes together. a restful day at home. reading an interpretation of parisian style. roasting yams for a salad at lunch with a simple hand whisked vinaigrette. she read pages and pages of handwritten words from the journals of years ago. she pondered the identity that has been forming within her since her youth. how many cares one loses when one decides not to be something but to be someone (coco chanel). someone artistic, global, feminine, natural, elegant, deep. feeling under the weather. an afternoon of sleeping in the covers. cold bottles of beer in the evening. hand rolled crust topped with spiced capicola. a gorgeous independent film, bella, with beautiful scenery and language and love. sunday. she wore tulle and fishnets and wedges. he wore a piece of linen in shades of grey, a gingham shirt, a knit tie, a soft cardigan. many, many hours spent in a window-lit table in the commune cafe. she had the recent issue of in style magazine tucked in her michael kors bag, and caught up on the moment's fashion. she sipped an amazing cup of decaf caramel latte... sweet, yet subtle. well balanced. as night fell and the skies cried heavily on the sidewalks, they did not want to return home. she suggested bin 941, around the corner. they sat side by side in the smallest booth. night fell and the streets glimmered with pouring rain. they ordered the flank steak, with a cinnamon chilli rub, maple syrup chipotle glaze, topped with a mound of crisp black pepper pommes frites. they dragged the thin frites through the glaze at the bottom of the plate, eating with their fingers. next, they shared the duck breast, thin slices with crisp skin, served with fingerling potato hash, truffle oil, haricots vert, and a reduced port cranberry jus. rich and decadent, perfectly satisfying for a rainy sunday evening. they hailed a yellow taxi and hurried home in the cold. he wrapped his arms around her for warmth. they baked tarts filled with brown sugar and butter. they loved, they bathed, they slept.
