OK, so, last night during a romantic dinner, I gagged on a lemon seed from my drink, right in front of my date. I excused myself to the powder room, where I could openly hack like a cat with a hairball. Pardon my inappropriately graphic description. I eventually swallowed the seed, so I hope I don't start sprouting. That's the second time this month.
Then I thought, wow, I don't know how to save face from this one. I just had to go with it, handling a blundering moment that never should have happened. My date was a complete gentleman as always.
I will no longer take a lemon wedge with my water, in order to be a true lady. There was a day when the help in upscale establishments removed the seeds. I've noticed that most restaurants no longer put the lemon half (to accompany shellfish) in cloth either. So it squirts and drops seeds. Rarely a finger bowl to be seen. Incomplete place settings. Don't culinary schools teach etiquette any longer? I can only be so refined without the proper tools.
Then I thought, wow, I don't know how to save face from this one. I just had to go with it, handling a blundering moment that never should have happened. My date was a complete gentleman as always.
I will no longer take a lemon wedge with my water, in order to be a true lady. There was a day when the help in upscale establishments removed the seeds. I've noticed that most restaurants no longer put the lemon half (to accompany shellfish) in cloth either. So it squirts and drops seeds. Rarely a finger bowl to be seen. Incomplete place settings. Don't culinary schools teach etiquette any longer? I can only be so refined without the proper tools.