Last week I embarked on a new cooking journey, which, although I was very fond of the end result, did not end up being so popular. There was no weeping and wailing; I give my peeps credit in the good sports column. It has taken me five days of eating an extra large bowl of curried lentils for lunch to finish off the leftovers, but lucky me. I happen to like curried lentils.
My husband asked me on a date to see The Avengers last Friday night. On the heels of curried lentils, imagine his delight when I suggested going to see The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel instead.
I suspect he either
1) Looked in the family history books to see if the name Patel came up on my side
2) checked online accounts to see if I had booked passage to India
3) figured it would be less complicated to endure lentils and a movie set in India than to actually travel there.
He's a good sport.
We arrived to the theater just as the previews were starting. Despite the dimmed lights, we made our way to some seats in the back, as the room was quite full.
I started giggling as he leaned over to whisper
"We are by far the youngest couple in this theater."
Then again, maybe it's our warped sense of self that had us believing that.
Whatever the case, we both enjoyed the show.
The take-away: life can begin again when you let go of the past.
This was either sweet or sad, depending on your point of view.
The film provided some interesting food for thought.
I happen to really like Judi Dench and Maggie Smith.
The cinematography was lovely.
For me, it felt like a little trip to Jaipur.