Today, Julie and I’ve been married for twenty years. Twenty years! See these two picket scoops within the photograph? They belong to a canister set somebody gave us for our wedding ceremony. The scoop on the left has hefted metal-reduce oats out of its canister for the previous 20 years. The scoop on the fitting, espresso beans. Almost each evening, for twenty years, considered one of us has plunged that spoon 4 instances right into a canister filled with espresso beans, to grind for our morning espresso.
The wooden has depraved twenty years price of oil from the beans. Mind you, we didn’t retailer the spoon within the espresso. It drew the oil from 4 scoops every day, for twenty years. That’s 29,200 scoops of espresso. The measure of a wedding.
We celebrated with a really previous-college dinner at Ruth’s Chris steakhouse. Champagne to begin, then salads (is there something higher than a wedge salad with bacon and blue cheese?) a filet mignon for her, a ribeye for me, lavishly infused with butter. Asparagus, potatoes Lyonnaise, and a grand cru Burgundy. Sinatra on the soundtrack. Cheesecake and low to complete. I introduced dwelling my bone for my candy canine Roscoe.
I don’t have lots cash, however I’m a wealthy man.