Today is a lazy Sunday. With no agenda, we took a drive along the lake shore, passed the tony homes of the boat-set, and streets with barely dressed people off to seek shelter in air conditioned buildings. Unfortunately, we did not find a quaint bistro serving strong coffee and pressed sandwiches where one can watch the waves come in without feeling the pressure of having to turn the table over to new customers, in other words loiter like eurotrash. With the idea of a light lunch in my head, we made our way over one of our favorite delis.

I was thinking… I want something that a health conscious modern woman of the 50s eat. I had my answer when I saw the chicken salad. What was described as a ‘delight’, I knew that this was the lunch for the crocheting, A-line skirt clad, sling-back hoofed woman inside me.

Sadly, the husky boy had to have his moment… and… uh… waffle fries ordered. Classy!

Fully sated, it was back into the car to take the long route home. Huge swathes of the highway were closed. Knowing full well that we didn’t need to eat any more… we stopped for soft serve. I had to have my standard… chocolate dipped in butterscotch served along side a quick thrust and parry with vader.