The First Kiss – by Gary Smolker

I Ate It

I went to a small dinner party last night.

The host and hostess had one of their daughters and their daughter’s husband and three other guests over for dinner.

Dinner began at 8:00 p.m.

Persian Dinner Party

It is not unusual for Persians to spend an entire day preparing dishes they will serve for dinner.

Last night was that kind of meal.

It was an absolutely fabulous “home cooked” meal.

The seven of us spent the entire evening seated around a table in the kitchen: talking, serving ourselves food and drink, and eating.

The cake served for dessert (pictured above) was beyond being a masterpiece.

Dessert

The display of items set out on their kitchen table for dessert …  is a picture to write home about.

See photographs below.

When I sent the above set of photos (via email) to a friend of mine in Sicily, she replied:

“Don’t forget the cake Caprese…with ciocolate and almonds” and sent a picture of the cake Caprese which she and her husband had served me and my daughter Leah when Leah and I were guests last month, in their 300 year old farmhouse (converted to a bnb), in Ragusa Sicily. inviato da iPhone

The First Kiss

With all of the above on my mind and day dreaming, while waiting to be seated for breakfast this morning at a local cafe, I asked the hostess if she remembered her first kiss. She replied, “Yes.”

“She was thirteen.  He was seventeen.

“They were on a cruise in Mexico.

“She could hear the waves crashing…

“It was awesome.

“She has never forgotten that kiss, or the name of the boy who kissed her.

“Nor has she forgotten she was a little drunk after having drunk several beers.”

I also had a first kiss I will never forget.  Hasn’t everyone?

I was living in Berkeley, California, attending the University of California at Berkeley.

We were on a camping trip on a beach on the Pacific Coast, 20 or 30 miles North of San Francisco, in the City of Inverness.

Her date, and my date, and everyone else on the camping trip except the two of us, had fallen asleep.

We were still awake, the campfire was still burning, stars were still blazing in the sky.

We stayed up all night talking to each other, as the campfire went out.

We went back to our dates, while they were still asleep, at the break of dawn.

I suspect, I didn’t kiss her.

But, I will never forget that night, that experience, or her name.

 

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