Table For Three

I look deep into the eyes of the face in front of me and like a giant electro magnet it pulls me deeper into our stare.  If it was a game I'd lose because I blink and can only think "I'm back to chicken nuggets."  Three days ago I picked The Lady and The Three Year Old up from the airport and they are the newest  residents of Los Angeles.  Instant family table for three, please.  The Fifth, my local watering hole, is going to put out an All Points Bulletin. The Lady and I share a love of food and we couldn't wait to get home and cook the second half of our lasagna.  I'm going to be a tougher critic next time I'm eating out because I'm enamored with ours. The Lady cooked up some steaming Chinese chicken stir fry the second night.  She spiced it with tangelos and lemons she picked during my jam session with The Slippers earlier that day. Actor Matt can't get rid of fruit fast enough.  He hates the waste of fruit rotting on the ground so he jokes of loading up his harvest and setting up at the local farmers market Sunday morning. The handpicked citrus added a fresh tangy kick to the chicken and balanced the woodsy flavor of bamboo and water chestnuts.  Tonight I don't know if I'm thinking or hearing "stop whining and eat a chicken." as I'm cooking up fresh ingredients for turkey burritos. Unfortunately our time together is short lived and I will be on a plane first thing Monday morning back across the country to Jacksonville, Florida.  I'm keeping my promise of getting reacquainted with airplanes for 2011. I've cleaned out the house and made 9 trips to goodwill.  I'm definitely not a hoarder and it feels cleansing to have spring cleaning done in January.  The Lady's boxes arrive next week so I'm sure we'll fill it back up.  On a personal note, I just dried out from working in Cocoa Beach and now I'm trying to plan my outfit for productions "What will you look like in the Retirement Home" Party.  Alpha Team loves it's dress up parties.  I'm looking for a walker, beer funnel, bed pan, IV stand, roller skates, horn and a couple gallons of Jack Daniels.  I'm praying I won't be stopped and questioned by TSA.