Peach Cobbler Bribery

I have jetlag. We left Japan on a Tuesday and got home the day before... When we left home to go to Japan, we lost a day. Somewhere in the scheme of things, I think we made up for that lost day but hopefully, I didn't miss any meals. I ate extra Twinkies just in case.

We had a wonderful time - acted like tourists, going here, there and everywhere and ate all sorts of things that tasted good but had unidentifiable ingredients. While the giant squid did his giant squid thing, I kept his credit card company in business.

"Don't buy out all of Tokyo, imp," the Neanderthal said.

"I won't."

Was actually planning on raising the economy in Kyoto instead and when that was accomplished, was going to see what they had in Osaka and maybe, Kobe.

SWAT!

Tsk

Naturally, I had everything shipped home.

And when we got home, there was a very large pile of mail to sort through. Cowboy pulled out all the bills to pay and discarded the junked mail. One envelope was addressed to us by our last name only so he opened that.

"Who's Jim?"

"Jim? Jim who?"

"He's inquiring as to your whereabouts. Who's Jim?"

I scanned the letter and smiled. "Ohhhhhh... Jim."

At this point, the giant squid had his arms crossed over his chest very much like Popeye does when he's glaring at poor lil 'ole Olive Oil. The squid's biceps are about the same size.

Tsk

"I'm waiting."

Hark! Was that a note of impatience I heard?

"SAR!"

Make that FARK!

"Umm... Jimmy was a boy I knew in college."

"Jimmy?"

"Welllll... his mom probably named him James and his pals probably call him Jim but I... uh... always called him Jimmy."

"Jimmy," the giant squid muttered. "That's a name for a boy," he snorted. "You were dating a boy?"

"We didn't actually date. We went out a time or two for breakfast but we were just friends and I heard he married a gal from his hometown right after college and they have grown kids and are probably grandparents by now and he was always a perfect gentleman and never even held my hand and I was always hungry and he didn't mind springing for breakfast and in return, I shared my class notes and..."

Oy! I'm rambling.

"Breakfast?" the Neanderthal narrowed his eyes at me. "Why breakfast? What were you doing with Jimmy boy before breakfast? Why not dinner?"

Breakfast is the only word he heard? I do believe the man is jealous of a boy I used to know umpteen years ago. Pardon me while I laugh while I still can.

"We met at the college cafeteria *before* class, that's what we did."

"Uh huh. And why does he want to contact you now?"

"Probably figured out the Internet was a good way to reconnect with old friends."

"You planning on answering this letter?"

"You wouldn't mind?"

"I would mind. What does this guy look like?"

"Well, he always loved to eat and he married a professional caterer so he's probably got a huge belly, lots of chins and he had pale blond hair - wouldn't be surprised if he's bald by now."

He used to be the spitting image of a young Paul Newman and girls followed him everywhere.

"Send him an email through my account and if he's ever out this way, we can have dinner with him and his wife."

"You jealous?" I asked and hugged my guy tight around the waist.

"Do I have a reason to be?" he countered and hugged me back.

"Wellll....."

SWAT!

Tsk

"I love making you jealous, squidlet."

"I love warming your butt, imp."

"Peach cobbler for dessert, tonight."

"What are you serving it with?"

"Me."

"That might lead to a sweet spanking."

~ sigh ~

~Sar~

P.S. As soon as time permits, I will create a link for some recipes - peach cobbler included - as well as some other dishes that kindle and refuel romance.