It was a typical weekend evening on Sunday when Red and I began to discuss our taste in food and drink, as we sipped our Bloody Marys. We’d been talking about chili, when we discovered…
Red: Oh, yeah. I love a big bowl of chili with some cheese and onions.
Kathy: We both like chili, pasta, goulash, stew…
Kathy: Basically, we like peasant food. It’s not just about comfort food, it’s about a big pot of something, with the flavors all blended together.
Red: You’re right again. And if it’s cheap to make, it’s even better! (she said with a big laugh)
Kathy: (chuckling, too) Yep, cheap is good as long as the quality is there.
Red: You must have come from a long line of peasants! (mocking grin on her face)
I simply nodded my head and took another sip, thinking even my taste in alcoholic beverages was very basic.
Kathy: I think that extends to wines and things as well. Frankly, I have no palette for fine wines. Absolutely none.
Red: Me, too. A great wine is wasted on me. I can’t taste the subtle differences. If it tastes good, that’s enough for me.
Kathy: Right! When you think about it, a Bloody Mary is really just a good old stew of a drink. I mean, there’s tomato juice and spices, a stick of celery, a couple of big olives if you’re lucky…
Red: Yep, and we do love our Bloody Marys, don’t we?
Kathy: We certainly do.
We clinked glasses at that point and Red said it before I could.
Red: I guess we’re just a couple of peasant girls, aren’t we?
I nodded and smiled contentedly at her.