Gill is known as a very bad cook. She speaks of herself as a bad cook. But on Wednesday evening, she could have been cooking for the Gods, the food tasted so good. Her reputation started years ago when we were all staying in a big house in Nags Head. Gill was charged with heating the leftover soup for lunch. It was our last meal before heading for home so the soup, carefully prepared by me, merely needed to be heated prior to our three families eating and departing. In other words, the cars were loaded and everyone had spent a happy final morning on the beach.
All Gill did was burn the soup and her reputation has never left her. You could smell the burned soup when walking from the beach and perhaps because we all ate the burned soup, the taste stayed with us. But Wednesday evenings dinner party might make us change her image.
We ate smoked salmon while sitting on her deck for cocktails. She turned the table sideways so we could all enjoy watching the whales during dinner. And the dinner was delicious. Fancy paste made with bacon and cheese, salad and fresh bread. From now on I am going to refer to Gill as an excellent cook and never again refer to the burned soup. After all, that was almost forty years ago!!
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