Must have spoken those words out loud, or at least, think of it a tad too blatantly because strangely enough, room service really happened, to the doorstep, yet again in the form of a housemommy and a picnic basket filled to the brim. Was really only expecting a plate, honest to goodness truth.
In it, was nothing short of a lovingly prepared variety of homemade delectable treats. The lunch menu of the day: lightly salted grilled chicken slices and baby potatoes, cucumber salad with cream dressing, a healthy dessert of mixed seasonal fruits of cherries, peaches, apricot and raspberries and last but not least, a little chocolate bar of local origin that is the equivalent to a chunky kitkat bar.
The dinner menu of the day: a little container of soup of celery, cubed carrot, peas, parsley, onion and beef bits, a small bread loaf, with a healthy serving of fresh cottage cheese, a few slices of prosciutto ham, and a local dessert of sun dried figs. Oh, and not to be forgotten, a bottle of freshly squeezed strawberry juice that was yummiliciously sweet. The thought of the effort behind the juicing of the strawberries was already a heart sweetener in itself really.
To top it off, there was also a fresh sprig of lavender she had picked herself for me to put on my pillow. She says it is good and would help with the bad sleep.
All in all, think me got the better end of the stick as compared to the girlfriend. However, her being this nice to me often sends me off on a guilt trip for not being better in kind, not to mention makes me feel like Yogi bear stealing a picnic basket. Nevertheless, really could not ask for better room service, especially when it was a delivery in the rain.
A heartfelt thanks was expressed to the kind housemommy who has extended her generous hospitality in more ways than one, on more than one occasion. However, words really fail me at this point of time as no words could or can ever really express how in totality.
What else can be said then? Well, maybe ought to start letting my mind go awandering off about breakfast in bed and see if that might just materialize in reality. Alright, that is really fat hope speaking, beg pardon there, but you cannot fault me for trying, right?
Truthfully, only two words come to mind. Bon appétit!!!