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Jason required an inconspicuous place to meet Eli for the drop off. The old Kodak Photo building a few blocks from home worked. He checked his watch feeling antsy, would Eli ever arrive?
Finally he came delivering Jason’s pepperoni and bacon pizza.”Thank god, Eli,” he said handing Eli cash.”Tiana has us on a this vegan and no processedfoods diet. Sneaking out for pizza when she’s on a work trip is the only way I’m surviving. If I eat pizza when she’s home, she can smell it.”
Eli nodded. “Yeah, Jason. You say this every few weeks. Maybe you can find a better location for me to deliver to next time? This parking lot is creepy. She’s not watching you that close, is she?”
It’s around 10:00 pm and I’ve just returned from The Taste of Edmonton a second time. It is one of my favorite events in Edmonton in the summer time, the mixed aroma of all that delicious food in the air makes me happy. It is food comfort. It is also a comfort people watching. All the families, couples, groups watching them enjoy the many foods available in appreciation; no matter their age, way of dressing, or otherwise; the love of food brings people together. I am sitting by the city hall fountain surrounded by children playing in the water and eating their treats; it is a picturesque place to wait for my friends to arrive but alas, I get hungry go and buy some more tickets and buy a piece of cheesecake from Spaghetti Factory. Cheesecake is one of my favorites and I look forward to it each Taste of Edmonton. Once my friends arrive, we go in search of our favorite dishes, new and old. I point out some of my favorites from yesterday’s lunch: pineapple chicken and beef dumplings.
My friends choose some different desserts and menu items and I settle on Tirimisue for my final dish. It is so yummy. Then all three of us Tiana, Tara, and I save our remaining tickets for sangria and white and red wine. We settle down into some good conversation – wedding gossip, things we have been up to, just generally whatever. It has been a good night. The sun is sinking an interesting vocalist is singing old rock and roll hits from the 80 ‘s and 90’s. Holding 3 glasses of sangria I almost lose some I think. The crowd of people still walk and eat on the giant pad of cement that was once green grass and picnic tables. But it is a good time. I am happy to see my good friends; happy to be. It is the perfect temperature outside and comfortable inside the alcohol tasting tents. All too soon it is time to go home and I am left with the memory of one of those perfect summer nights where all seems well and the world stands still if only for a moment or a glass of sangria.