June 18, 2020

White Dog  sat and listened as Steve and I read through the menu out loud and swooned at favorites; it was hard enough to decide what to order before SHE started throwing her suggestions onto the list. "Wait," Steve held up a hand, "I think we are up to like Eighty Dollars for lunch. Let's start again. Lunch for momma; lunch for me; and lunch for the WDA to SHARE!"

White Dog came rushing in when she heard Pumpkin, the van, pull into the driveway. Steve was returning with take away lunch from the new Korean/Japanese restaurant across from the University; the order she had helped put together.

There was bibimbop for momma, goma bento box for Steve, and omu-rice for the Army's pleasure. The smell made it hard to be patient while Steve unpacked and parceled out lunches. Before we were even finished eating conversation had turned to "NEXT time we need to try the eel...the bulgogi...the gyoza..." I laughed. "I cannot even THINK about more food. This is SO good but filling." "How about for dinner, then?" Tizenegy asked.