Hope all is well with everyone. Has anyone taken on James Stratford’s risotto yet? I’m hoping to do so sometime soon.
Every now and again a JFF (Just For Fun) is in order. Not sure if anything remotely similar to this will happen again in this lifetime, to me and my hunny anyway.
Over the weekend I went to a shopping town in PA. In a small shop I overheard a woman talk about having recently run into her nurse practitioner at the airport in North Carolina. Not the kind of thing that happens every day (unless you commute regularly with the same people via air) but not totally off the map unusual, right?
Brought to mind an incident that took place on my honeymoon. Hubby and I flew to Mexico and checked into our hotel. Being a rather considerate smoker, my hunny did all his puffing on the balcony attached to our room, hanging his arm over the rail and tapping the ash onto the ground. He happened to look down and realized his ashes were falling on someone’s feet on the balcony below. (I’ll assume he started using the ashtray immediately after that. :))
We settled in and went poolside first. There hubby ran into our neighbor’s brother, a guy hubby knew since his twenties or even before that. And go figure, the guy was staying at the same hotel.
The men start chatting. Hubby offers his friend a cigarette. That led to hubby telling him about tapping the ashes onto the feet below our balcony.
Yep! You know it. That same guy belonged to the feet on the balcony below.
Now is THAT a coinkidink or what?