"This tastes like Ocean City!"
- by my friend Mike, two nights ago
No, he was not referring to the elusive flavor of lower back tatoos and aerosol hairspray, but to the Panang curry I'd ordered for dinner. Coconut milk, we realized. Of course.
As an aside, we've had some really fun, delicious, entertaining dinners with our friends lately. I always go to bed intending to write about them in the morning. It never happens. I've come to the conclusion that some moments are meant to exist only in fleeting memory. Even if I try to write about those dinners, somehow, by the next morning, the magic is gone.
Replaced only by empty wine bottles. Go figure.
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