Saturday 5th February 2011
My post for today is being hijacked by MS. This was totally his idea, from concept to execution.
MW and I had been told to sit on our bed while MS prepared something for us to eat in the kitchen. Sitting on the bed together is something we all do a lot at all times of the day, so I didn’t need much persuading.
After a good 15 minutes of listening to MS crashing about getting plates and cutlery together, the first of our treats appeared.
It was a little Moroccan tea glass filled with grenadine syrup
& water. We were told to sip this while we waited for the
next course to arrive.
We were then presented with 3 beautifully arranged dishes of fruit. One with strawberries & cream another with banana and fresh orange and the last with grapes, banana, plum and of course squirty cream.
They were placed in the middle of the bed and I was asked to take a photo of it.
Of course, we both lavished him with praise to which he replied,
“It’s not something you’d expect from a 7-year-old, is it?”
We all spent the next few minutes eating and making satisfied noises while we sat on the bed together.
“So, what shall we call it then? A trio of desserts? or mixed fruit platters? or desserts x3?” MW and I prompted.
He paused pensively before saying,
“No, just dessert. That’s what I want to call it. Just dessert.”