My husband, 37, and I got to take an impromptu little trip to Lake Tahoe last week so 37 could attend a conference, and I tagged along so I could eat out for every meal.
So on our way to the conference – which was about 3 hours away, 37 decided to take a shortcut to miss rush-hour traffic. I mentally added an hour and a half to the trip, which is always par for the course when 37 decides to take a faster route. OK, maybe it’s not exactly par for the course as much as double bogey for the course.
Anyway, I was relieved to find we were heading in the direction of Lake Tahoe when the signs along the way started including the word Donner as in the infamous “What’s for dinner? We are! Donner Party of pioneer culinary fame who got lost crossing the mountains and well . . . ended up eating one another and whatnot.
“Where shall we stop for dinner?” I asked 37.
“I don’t know, I guess anywhere that’s not called Donner Party Family Restaurant.”
“Well, I feel sorry for the Donner Party.” I said. “Not only were they forced to eat each other; but people are still making fun of them for it to this very day!”
“Well, don’t feel too bad, after all, making fun of the Donner Party is the common ground that’s kept our marriage together for 37 years!”
“I bet when the Donners were pulling into St. Louis, Mrs. Donner said, “Let’s stop and get something to eat here, since there might not be another restaurant for hundreds of miles!”
“Yeah and Mr. Donner probably said, ‘No it will take too much time. Let’s just eat when we get there’ . . . ” 37 added.
“Yeah and then Mr. Donner probably said ‘there’ll be plenty of time to chew the fat once we get there because . . . I know a shortcut!'”
Anyway, when we finally got to the hotel it was dark, so we didn’t see this magnificent view from our room until morning:
The next day, 37 left to attend the conference and partook of the breakfast buffet with other conference attendees. But during the morning break, he met me at the breakfast buffet so he could keep me company while I ate.
I piled my plate high and wide, and 37 got an extra plate so I would have enough room for fruit. (The plates were small, really!) So we sat down at the table and we both had coffee, and I ate my breakfast while 37 nibbled from the fruit from on the extra plate.
When 37 had to get back to the conference –13 minutes later, the waitress brought our check — $30.00 per plate and $4.00 per cup of coffee for a grand total of $68.
Of course, it would have been a lot cheaper to just eat each other.
Say what you will about the Donner Party, but they really were ahead of their time.
Until next time . . . I love you (even maybe for dinner!)