It appears Ali and I have found a new and interesting contest of sorts to have with each other
Introducing the other to some fabulous place they’ve never been before where the food performs a tiny little symphony on your tongue as a little hello.
Todays last minute gastronomic adventure was her choice, and we descended on Chez Cora’s in the deep south of Calgary to feast ourselves. Even if I hadn’t already been heading to the deep south of Calgary to enjoy her lovely company, I’d make this trip just for the food. I’ve had breakfast in a fair number of places, and even some rather tasty brunches in unique and high end locations like the Westin or Delta.
I’ll skip the 10 minute drive and trade it in for a 30 minute drive down to Chez Cora’s for their breakfast. No sweat at all. The lineup was a
smidge daunting as we came up, but true to Ali’s prediction it was moving fast and we were inside and seated in 15-20 minutes.
Started the breakfast festivities with a raspberry smoothie, and ordered what they call a 1990′s breakfast. This was a cinnamon and raisin brioche done up in french toast batter, topped with a scrambled egg (my preferred method of consuming pre-born chickens) and some of the tastiest bacon I’ve ever tasted in a restaurant. The other HALF of my plate (not a small plate, mind) was buried in fruit. Fresh cut strawberries, banana, starfruit, pineapple, melons, kiwi… and more.
ZOMG. Bloody mouthgasm and a half. Ali opted for some fruit covered crepe action that was served with English cream. If you aren’t familiar with English cream, imagine a cream so rich and thick it pours slightly faster than molasses and you’ll have an idea. She fed me a bite, and I think I may have blissed out momentarily. Very very tasty.
The price at the end was extremely fair as well, about $30 for the two of us. Well worth the trip, and time spent with Ali is always a time
worth having. She even listened to me as I awkwardly fumbled through trying to explain how I’d been feeling the last few days, and managed to hit me with a rather novel thought that, frankly, appeals to my nature.
She basically reminded me that I’d had 8 wonderful years with someone I love a great deal, and who loved me back. I’m going to revisit that reminder often I think, as it’s easy to forget when you’re feeling hurt.
In the end, Kim and I still love each other and have no intentions of hurting each other. A lot of people never meet the love of their life.
I met mine and was fortunate enough to have 8 years with her. I wouldn’t give those 8 years back for anything. I might have preferred
to spend them differently, but I’d always have chosen to be with her when spending them.
Thanks to Ali for being a wonderfully caring and thoughtful lass, and for being my friend. I’m lucky and blessed to have you come back into my life right now. Thanks to Kimberly as well, for having been my wife for 8 years. I’ll always love her I’m sure, and while that love must change it need not pass.