We Will Always Have Popcorn

You probably already realize Jack is back in London. He thinks he came at a good time. By the time Jack emerged from quarantine…restaurants, shops, pubs, cinema were all open. He sailed through social distancing with only two weeks on his own…unlike the rest of us hey!

Milky Way, Night, Stars, Person, ManHe told me last week that he misses Africa. That makes me worry that he is eager to receive another assignment abroad. He misses looking up at starry skies and feeling a sense of awe. He said that he often looked up at the sky wishing he could share them with me. There are not so many stars in London skies. They are obscured by light pollution.

Jack and I have very honest conversations. I told him I am not cut out for long distance relationships. I have had it with Goldfinch and it was very hard. I sometimes talk about how I feel about Goldfinch. I have a very romantic view of Goldfinch, that even he himself does not want me to have. But you see, he rescued me. He didn’t know it at the time, but he was everything I needed at a time I was struggling. I do love him. I have had to accept that 10,000 miles is a greater distance than ever before. This year has made me feel a sense of panic at times that I might never see him again. I am glad Jack is here and I can talk honestly about how many things remind me of Goldfinch.

Sometimes all it takes is a word. Sometimes all it takes is a picture.

I often look up at the stars and think about how the starry sky is one of the things we have in common. Even though he is in Australia, and I am in London…we will always have the stars.

Heart, Love, Luck, Abstract, Star, Night

Goldfinch sent me a photograph of some popcorn. Not just any popcorn…it was salty and sweet popcorn. One picture took me back to the night we met…and to many other times when the question of whether popcorn should be salty or sweet came up. He also told me that the first night we met, I was eating sweet popcorn and that was the one thing I did wrong that night.

When Goldfinch was last here in my little nest…I placed a packet of salty popcorn on his pillow. He likes it salty…I like it sweet. I miss him. You know that.

One simple photograph of a bag of popcorn kindled wonderful happy memories with a man I was so in love with. But a man who wanted to go home. A man who wants to be free. A man who who I love so deeply, even though deep down I know he and I are different in ways that matter far more than our taste in popcorn.

Jack and I beat to the same drum. He and I share the same dreams and the same purpose. He and I care about each other and support each other as we put volunteering for the charities we believe in first. Jack and I understand each other.

But I will always hold a flame for my rescuer, Goldfinch. Little things…a word, a picture, will bring him back to my mind in a pleasurable way, and I will be reignited. I will be inspired by the love he breathed into me.

 Jack likes sweet popcorn by the way.

Selective Focus Photography of Popcorns

Guess Who I Am Heading To See?

Finished my marathon work day…

…Guess WHO I am heading to spend the weekend with?

…And I do suspect he will feel rather vindicated about salty popcorn.  He is bound to feel a little victorious!  I don’t care…anything to make him happy.

Thank you to everyone who shared their favourite (or their not being so keen on popcorn at all in some cases!)  It’s not too late to send a comment – especially if you like sweet popcorn!!!  Could do with some support for the sweet side.

 

PS. Is this post brief and meaningful enough to be described as “pithy”?  That’s the definition Google gave me – “brief and meaningful”.

 

via Pithy — Word of the Day Challenge

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2018/08/31/your-daily-word-prompt-definition-august-31st-2018/

FOWC with Fandango — Bound

I Would Love Your View On A Very Controversial Question?

Goldfinch and I differ in one key respect: POPCORN!

The night we met…you see I had popcorn…sweet popcorn.  He said later that was the only thing I did wrong that night!  He insists popcorn should be salty.

Last time we went to the cinema together, I shared a huge tub of salty popcorn with him – because I love him.  However, in my mind popcorn should be sweet.  I have grown up loving Butterkist Toffee popcorn.  So sweet toffee popcorn is absolute popcorn perfection to me.

I don’t want to take too much of your time, I am sure you are very busy writing your own posts, but would you kindly send a quick comment saying SWEET or SALTY and then later I can count them up and show Goldfinch the international response to this question.

If you have the time…ask all the members of your family or household…ask your workmates.  The more who are willing to offer a vote, the fairer a trial it will seem to Goldfinch.  I am sure it is not going to change his preferences…but I am hoping that if I receive enough support, he won’t think my liking sweet popcorn is quite so strange!

In the meantime…here are some other rather unusual flavours of popcorn that Joe & Seph’s actually make and presumably people buy them (I can only imagine pregnant women with cravings would enjoy them) but then everyone is different!

 

 

FOWC with Fandango — Question

Does Anyone Know Who Won And What The Score Was Last Night?

Aaaaah!  I am a mix of sleepiness and smiles right now.  I have just arrived back in London at my little abode after travelling by train to visit my Goldfinch over the last couple of days.

maple and pecan cheesecake slices

I baked these babies on Saturday night after work.  These are maple and pecan cheesecake slices.  They were delicious, but I have to admit, i think they are more of a winter pudding, not summery at all.  You use gingernuts for the base and add cinnamon and nutmeg.  Definitely more wintery flavours.  But good grief they are indulgent! Goldfinch seemed happy with me.

He was entirely wonderful – through and through.  I am feeling so blessed to have Goldfinch in my life right now.

Neither Goldfinch nor I were the slightest bit concerned about the football.  However, we were slightly curious who won the match England played last night.  I am not sure who they were matched against.  If anybody would be kind enough to pop the score in the comments, I would be grateful to you.

Meanwhile I will give you an inkling what Goldfinch and I got up to this weekend.  Well…

nescafeSunday was beautiful.  Goldfinch and I went for a short walk down to Morrisons Supermarket to check out bargains (is it just us that love snapping up the reduced items and filling the freezer with them?)  I found something to become excited about.

I do buy instant coffee (cappuccino and mocha coffee) to take with me when I am travelling.  I am not very good with dairy, so rather than having black coffee or black tea I sometimes prefer to have a couple of cappuccino sachets in my handbag.  I have never seen this flavour before though.  So I snapped them up and am looking forward to trying one.  I am too sleepy right now to drink coffee.

Then we went for a long walk…and saw lots of interesting things to chat about.  I like the complete mix of subjects…we can talk about the trivial to the deep and flit between subjects so easily.  Goldfinch lets me talk about the situation at work.  That helps.  He understands management so he gives me good advice.

dragonflyWe saw a huge dragon fly!  It was enormous and had gloriously glittering golden wings.  It looked as if it had flown at speed into a concrete post so it was lying next to the post, clearly not likely to be going anywhere in a hurry I must admit.  But it was fascinating to see such a fantastic creature up closely.

Our walk ended in a park.  Eventually we found a nice shady spot and lay down on the grass and carried on chatting.  We may have been there for an hour or so when we decided it was time to walk back.  On the way back we passed a roundabout.  We have lots of roundabouts in England, so I take for granted that you will know what they are. But it’s a kind of road junction where several roads might converge.  The rule normally is you have to give way to the right.  If there are no cars already on the roundabout coming from your right, then you can enter the roundabout.  Up and down the country we haveroundabout these circles in the middle of road junctions. some of them quite large.  There is a town in the north with a roundabout named “Half-Mile Island”.  Sometimes the local council will arrange for a monument or display to be erected.  Or other councils may have flower beds to make it pretty.  The roundabout we passed had tall wildflowers amongst long grass.  It looked like a beautiful meadow.  I asked Goldfinch to pick me up and carry me into the middle of the roundabout and make love to me like in a movie scene.  He laughed of course at the idea of doing that in the middle of a major road heading into the city centre.  I explained to him that I don’t like watching any “hanky-panky” on the screen. (It embarrasses me to watch actors portraying what should be a very special and beautiful thing between a couple who truly love each other, but they make it look cheap and sweaty and devoid of real meaning.)  But I love it when, in a period drama, the gentleman picks up the lady and staggers into a wheat field and you just see the two of them disappear amongst the wheat stalks.

I told Goldfinch that it has to be one of the romantic ideas for many women…that this wonderful respectable, responsible husband that is deeply in love with you, picks you up, making it look as if you are as light as as feather, and takes you into the meadow and…

Anyway…Goldfinch did not.  Wise man!  He pointed out that we would stand a high chance of being arrested, which would be extremely undesirable.

As we continued walking back we heard noises from the houses we passed which reminded us that there was a football match on last night with the English football team playing.  I had been telling Goldfinch that although the pubs might have a lot of people watching football, other restaurants might be quite empty.  So we headed into town and vegatsubecause I had mentioned how I wanted to try the new vegan Katsu curry on the Wagamamas menu – that is where Goldfinch took me.

Now…it was delicious.  I am glad I had it.  However, the main event is the vegan meat alternative which has the unfortunate name “seitan”.  This is the discription of my dish right from the menu:

“…our vegan katsu curry, seitan coated in crispy panko breadcrumbs, covered in an aromatic curry sauce with sticky white rice and a seasoned side salad.”

So, I asked the waitress, “what is this “see-tan”?”  She replied, “It’s “say-tan”.  I said, “Yes, I was worried it would be”.  Do Wagamamas not see that it is odd to have a waitress telling you that they put these crispy breadcrumbs all over Satan, calve it up for you and smother it with curry sauce?  I guess I am going to have to overlook the unfortunate name given to this meat alternative and just enjoy a new vegan dish.

The restaurant was very empty, which was great.  But because the service was so quick moon in daylightwe ended up leaving the restaurant quite early.  It was still light….Goldfinch danced with me in the middle of the city centre.  I love that he will dance with me in public places.  It is utterly lovely.  He pointed out that the moon had appeared just for us.  In fact there was a huge crane that was pointing upwards towards the moon.  Goldfinch told me that “they” had just hoisted it up with the crane because they knew we were out.  I like being with Goldfinch so much.  He is intoxicating I confess.  He just makes me feel glad from head to toe every moment I am with him.  That is alright isn’t it?

Then as it was so early, we went to the cinema to watch a film.  The film was alright.  I was just enjoying the company.  We sat in a huge theatre and yet there were probably around ten people in the audience – mostly girls.  (Which I think was due to the football match England were playing.)  He kindly endured a chick flick for me because the other options were a bit violent which I don’t like.  Goldfinch ordered salty popcorn though!  We will overlook that since he was perfect in every other way the entire weekend.

Aaaaah Goldfinch.  I love him.  He makes me feel warm, safe and happy…oh so happy.  If he liked sweet popcorn he would be perfect.  But no human is perfect, so I guess he has to have a fault, and if it’s going to be salted popcorn…I can live with that.