A Three Way With Mustard

Mustard_JarI rarely eat dinner…I much prefer a lavish mid afternoon meal that usually holds me till breakfast.

But every once in a while at 3 a.m. I wake up ravenous.

I don’t keep much food in my house. My fridge has bottled water, an array of mustard and film in the butter tray.

The freezer…coffee and ice.

It comes from living in Europe loving the lifestyle. You had a sweet breakfast…brioche, espresso, a huge, swoony lunch and a small dinner. I also like to eat spontaneously never forced to say, I better finish that ham before it goes bad, when what I really want is tuna salad on rye.

So there I am awake hungrier than I’ve ever been…at least that’s how it feels, tooling to the fridge knowing there’s nothing there. Licking Gray Poupon off my fingers won’t cut it.

But then I remember…ah…the panini Anthony the grocer gave me on my way home.

“You need ta eat,” he said, handing me a Mozzarella with sprouts and sun dried tomatoes. The stray cat in me never refuses food…if nothing else, it will jazz up my refrigerator for a limited run.

I took it out of its cellophane realizing it was too cold to eat. Okay…now we get out the waffle iron I never use figuring, I’ll just perk it up with a little heat.

I don’t know what happened exactly, but as it was sizzling making a comeback, my smoke alarm went off when there was no smoke…scratching my head, removing it from the grill, I hear a knock on my door that had to be pretty loud for me to actually hear it.

It was my next door neighbor coming home from work.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah…I was just heating up a sandwich and the alarm went off.”

‘”You’re cooking? I am so hungry.”

Then her roommate comes out to find out what we were doing and said he was hungry too.

So my panini was split three ways along with chips she had in her bag and some fruit he came up with.

We ate like squirrels then went to bed…

and no, not with each other.


About Susannah Bianchi

I'm just a girl who likes to write slightly on slant. I've had a career in fashion, dabbled in film and to be honest, I don't like talking about myself. Now my posts are another matter so I will let them speak for themselves. My eBooks, A New York Diary, Model Behavior: Friends For Life and Notes From A Working Cat can be found on Amazon.com. Thanks.
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25 Responses to A Three Way With Mustard

  1. micklively says:

    MΓ©nage Γ  trois avec moutarde: sounds like a missed opportunity to me!


  2. skinnyuz2b says:

    Spontaneous late night (early morning) dinner parties are the best. I bet all three of you had a great sleep afterward. When I lived alone I’d make a big lasagna since there’s no such thing as a small one. After a night at the clubs I’d invite a few friends over and we’d devour it.


  3. Crystal L. says:

    Some of my best times with friends and hubby have been the late-night splitting of whatever we had between us. For us, it was always down to whatever the 4 kids we had between us hadn’t already eaten, lol.


  4. Elle Knowles says:

    Our late night meals usually consists of a Waffle House stop at 1:00 am on the way home from a ballgame or competition…this way I don’t have to clean up the mess. LOL!


  5. katecrimmins says:

    dinner at 3 a.m. with friends? Sounds fabulous!


  6. Impromptu dinner parties are the best. No fuss No muss


  7. Sounds like a great little impromptu party. πŸ™‚ At least they weren’t mad about the smoke detector.
    (By the way, I know what you mean about European breakfasts. I would move to Spain just for the breakfasts.)


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