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"Texting with... Jessica" pt. 3

Added 2024-03-29 17:17:01 +0000 UTC

You: What’s your favorite place to eat at? Maybe I can try it out.

Jessica: It’s not so much a place as it is a person. There’s a man who spent nearly 30 years working as a chef in some of the world’s highest rated restaurants. He’s essentially retired now but he has a small kitchen and dining area overlooking the city. It’s an absolutely beautiful spot.

Jessica: It’s more of an experience rather than a meal. In fact, you have no idea what you’re going to eat before you get there. The man prepares multiple dishes throughout the evening, and with each meal he tells you about the dish you’re enjoying. Where it originated, a bit of the culture of the people who created the dish. What makes it special. It feels like you’re being served by a man who has spent his life honing his craft and learning about the world through food. It’s quite something.

You: It sounds like quite the experience! What’s the name of the place?

Jessica: It’s not like a restaurant you can just go to. It’s invite only and those invites only seem to go out to those that could afford to drop thousands on the experience. But the name he gives it is “dal cibo il mondo parla d'amore”, or “from food the world speaks love”.

You: Hmm, that sounds like quite something. Maybe if I keep driving around these high rollers I’ll come across an invite some day.

Jessica: Maybe. Who knows, you might impress the right woman to be their plus one.

The night picks up pace and I’m not able to check my phone until I’m done with my shift. I plop down on the couch, cut on the TV to put on a podcast in the background, and check my phone.

Jessica: Any guess as to the rest of my day has gone?

You: Hey, sorry I’ve been busy. But let me guess… Hmm, I’m going to go with… swell.

Jessica: As if. No, my shit day has only gone even shittier.

Jessica: I came back to the apartment to find one of the maids sweeping up the remains of one of my plants I had at the base of the stairs.

You: Oh, did she knock it over?

Jessica: The moron dropped a vacuum down the stairs. Not only did it kill my plant and shatter my vase across the floor, but the railing down the stairs is chipped too! And, and the vacuum is busted.

You: I take it she didn’t mean to drop the vacuum down the stairs. But still, the damage is done. Is this an individual or a service provider? Will they cover the damages?

Jessica: It’s a service, and yes. They better. That vase was from Portugal. It was worth more than this tramp makes in a month.

Jessica: You want to know what caused her to drop the vacuum to begin with?

You: A slip?

Jessica: Not quite. The slut was wearing an egg, one of those bluetooth ones you can control from your phone. She let her boyfriend convince her to wear it to work, thought it would be exciting. Well I hope collecting unemployment is exciting because she won’t be working here ever again.

You: Oh shit, for real? That’s kinda hot… I mean, damn shame about the vacuum… What’s the name of this service again?

Jessica: Put your dick away, they’re not those kind of maids.

You: It seems the contrary.

Jessica: I assure you, it was a one time thing. At least it better be.

Jessica: How about you, how was your day?

You: Busy. After lunch it was non-stop, back to back trips. I only just got home a few minutes ago.

Jessica: Any plans for the remainder of your day? You going to hit it up at a club?

You: No, no clubs for me tonight. I think I might cook up some stew. Listen to a podcast I’ve been meaning to catch up on.

Jessica: You’re going to cook after a long day?

You: It’s just stew. There’s not much to it. I cut up some things, toss them in a pot, throw in some seasoning and then just wait and let the pressure cooker do the rest.

You: What are you doing for dinner? You probably have a private cook or something.

Jessica: We do actually, though he’s out of town for the week. Some family affair. No, I’ll be cooking for myself tonight.

Jessica: I’m thinking salmon, with a side of broccoli which may or may not be smothered in cheese.

You: Not a bad meal. I wondered if you knew how to cook.

Jessica: Of course I can cook for myself! I wasn’t always spoiled with the luxuries I have today. I bet I know how to cook more than you can.

You: I wouldn’t bet against you. I eat out a lot. I’m not averse to the kitchen but I tend to cook the same comfort foods for the most part.

Jessica: What’s your go to comfort food? For me it’s fajitas. With fresh peppers and red rice.

You: That sounds pretty good. I love fajitas.

You: There’s a few things on that list but spaghetti’s got to take the number one spot.

Jessica: Oh, I didn’t think you were Italian.

You: I’m not. It’s just something I grew up with. My dad used to cook it a lot. It was cheap and he was usually home pretty late. It didn’t take much time to prepare.

You: Though I will say, I’ve been giving baked ziti a go and that’s a pretty good contender to the spot. The crispy baked cheese across the top, mmm I’m starting to crave it just thinking about it.

Jessica: I’ll have to see if Damien has any baked ziti recipes.

You: I assume that’s the chef?

Jessica: If it wasn’t obvious.

You: Well, I best get on that stew before it’s too late.

Jessica: I’m putting the salmon in the oven as we speak.
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You: How was the salmon?

Jessica: Satisfactory. I mean to get some lemon pepper to go with it and forgot. Add that to the list of disappointments today.

You: Bummer. Well the stew turned out good on my end. Could have used more carrots I suppose.

You: What are you up to now?

Jessica: I was thinking of taking a dip in the pool.

You: You have a pool? Don’t you live in an apartment?

Jessica: I do, and yes. We’re on the top floor. It’s an infinity pool.