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I was about to get up from my desk to go see patients. THe lunch hour is over and people are just arriving. Then Oana, my office mananger walks into my office and hands me a plastic container with flan.
"We went to Martha's place for lunch. She sent you this. She said to say she misses you."
Then she headed over to her office, leaving me alone for some culinary sex.
I adore Martha. I delivered her 5 times and she is about as wonderful a person as there could be. I saw her entire family until her husband's work changed their coverage to Kaiser, much to my chagrin, as well as hers. AND can she ever cook! She opened her own Mexican restaurant 4 years back, putting what she does so well to good use. In a field where most places close within the year, she's making it.
I should have put a condom on my tongue before indulging in the flan. This was so good, I'm in near rapture. Not too sweet, not too dry, perfect consistency. I'm still having rhythmic contractions of my tongue and throat. I picked up the intercom and said to Oana, "I either need a cup of tea or a cigarette!" She laughed, and asked which tea.
When she walked in with the tea, (Russian Earl Grey, splash of cream) she also carried in 4 gift boxes, left on the doorstep during lunch. Harry and David gift boxes - peaches, pound cake and Raspberry sauce! Good lord! Has no one pity for my waistline? (It will be a wonder foil for the ahi I have in the fridge for dinner tonight though!)
"We went to Martha's place for lunch. She sent you this. She said to say she misses you."
Then she headed over to her office, leaving me alone for some culinary sex.
I adore Martha. I delivered her 5 times and she is about as wonderful a person as there could be. I saw her entire family until her husband's work changed their coverage to Kaiser, much to my chagrin, as well as hers. AND can she ever cook! She opened her own Mexican restaurant 4 years back, putting what she does so well to good use. In a field where most places close within the year, she's making it.
I should have put a condom on my tongue before indulging in the flan. This was so good, I'm in near rapture. Not too sweet, not too dry, perfect consistency. I'm still having rhythmic contractions of my tongue and throat. I picked up the intercom and said to Oana, "I either need a cup of tea or a cigarette!" She laughed, and asked which tea.
When she walked in with the tea, (Russian Earl Grey, splash of cream) she also carried in 4 gift boxes, left on the doorstep during lunch. Harry and David gift boxes - peaches, pound cake and Raspberry sauce! Good lord! Has no one pity for my waistline? (It will be a wonder foil for the ahi I have in the fridge for dinner tonight though!)
