I reach for a dish in front of me but Daniel smacks my hand away playfully, murmuring that he’ll fill my plate. I laugh at his over-solicitousness, but I’m secretly grateful – because while I recognize pasta and bread and cheese, I honestly don’t know what any of these dishes are. And Daniel – he knows what I like, so I just trust him.
As the meal passes I realize that my trust was well-placed, because almost every bite makes me moan in delight. I have no idea what I eat, honestly, but everything is rich with cheese and butter and these amazing sauces that I soak up with bread – and the seafood and the meats –
Honestly, by the end of the meal I rub my poor swollen belly, wondering if there’s more food than baby in there right now.
“Oh my god,” Janeen moans, eating her last bite of brea
