China

I am making dinner for Cas tomorrow night before our trip to Adult Night at the Perot Museum- and Adult Night isn't something unsavory, though it does have that ring to it.  It's a grown folks time with no babies, no strollers, no little kids and a cash bar.  My kind of museum trip. 

I decided it would be nice to make him a meal before the museum.  In my typical manner, I started thinking too hard about it.  I wanted to make something very good.  I've never made dinner for Cas before, and I sort of want him to think that I possess some level of skill in the kitchen.  Maybe the success of my cookies for last night's picnic inspired me to prepare more food. 

In my over-thinking of something as common as a meal, I decided to pull out all the stops.  I also decided to pull out some of my Grandmother's china.  As I washed up the plates that had stayed in a cabinet so long that they were dusty, I realized that I hadn't done anything worthy of Grandma's china in a while.  In fact, I don't remember ever cooking a meal for a man I was dating and serving it on that china.  I think the last time I used it was when I had my parents and my younger brother over on a holiday. 

I know I will probably mention to Cas that the plates are from a set of my grandmother's china, but I don't think he will grasp the full meaning of those plates.  I don't think I have ever used them for a date before.  No date has ever warranted it.  I think Grandma would have liked Cas.  In fact, I think all of my grandparents would have liked him.  He's smart, kind and pleasant.  He laughs easily and often.  He is handsome without vanity, and he is kind to me.  Now, I just need to refrain from burning dinner.