Our outing this week was going to Pisgah Inn where the clouds can sometimes be below the dining room. The day was cloudy, which is often the best time to go there. We didn’t see rain, but we did watch the clouds as we enjoyed good food. Grandson David and I agreed to share a dinner, knowing there is always too much food to eat comfortably at one sitting. We were saving room for a fabulous dessert. John had a light meal by himself and was ready to share a sweet. We had French silk pie and Brownie a la mode. With three of us sharing two desserts, we didn’t have to feel guilty about the cost or the calories.
I should have taken a photo of the chocolate pie, but I was too busy cutting it up. It disappeared in no time, although we continued to talk about it. John wanted to know was it really fudge. No, candy would not have that consistency. Since it was quite firm, did I think it was frozen? No, it was not frozen because it didn’t melt. Finally I said to him, “Bring me here ten times, and I’ll order the pie each time. I’ll figure out what is in it and find a recipe for it.”
John laughed, but he had a quick retort. He said, “I’ll bring grandson Nathaniel here just once, and he’ll know how to make it for me.”
We were cold in the dining room, almost to the point of shivering. David said he was going outside as soon as we got up from the table. I took his picture as he grabbed the railing firmly and said how good it felt to have his hands instantly warmed.
We drove on the Blue Ridge Parkway, stopping a couple of times to look at rain in the distance. David was busy getting a panoramic picture with his phone when I aimed at him and the mist in the mountains.
A real photographer urged me to try a panoramic shot, and I looked in the manual to see if there were instructions for my camera. I couldn’t find anything specific. My attempt failed. The camera said it couldn’t save it. David offered to help me do it with my phone, since he had just done it with his. The phone said it wouldn’t save my shot and to shut it down before trying again. I think I have a terrible tech rebellion on my hands. My consolation prize was one photo of the Smokies that I liked.