Tag Archives: food

Citizen of Ville Joie – Cooking for Annie

02 Saturday Jun 2012

Posted by in Second pass

≈ Leave a Comment

Tags

, , , , , , ,


Please read “About this project and the Author” for more information on my project. In this excerpt, Daryl invites Annie to his place for dinner…

“We went out on the traditional three dates before anything intimate happened. Three dates is usually enough time spent together to know there is something to explore and, for those blessed with an intelligence at least above that of a fern, short enough a time to avoid saying or doing anything that could ruin the evening faster than she can say “Check, please”. Women can be as perceptive as they can be unpredictable. One insensitive word, one unfortunate wise crack or even a seemingly innocent phrase blurred out in the wrong tone could send you home alone after getting a very cold handshake from a woman thanking you for a “very friendly time” when only a few moments earlier, you were mentally padding yourself on the back for having changed the bedsheets that very morning.

Luckily, I was able to walk unharmed the mine field that are the initial dates and the first night Annie and I spent together was nothing short of magic.

I had invited her at my place for dinner so I could try and impress her with my cooking skills. I planned the menu ahead of time and to test the old saying that practice makes perfect, I cooked that same meal three times earlier the week to make sure it wasn’t a fiasco on the Saturday. By the time we sat down for dinner, or my fourth serving of the exact same meal in less than a week, the food was unbelievably good for her but I had to concentrate real hard not to gag at each bite. I knew how crucial the dessert course would be to my guest, so I opted to turn to the professionals and picked up a cake I had ordered from the nearby bakery, soon to become “our bakery”. She found the whole thing hilarious, but later told me she was deeply touched my thoughtfulness.
The setting was perfect. There was no pressure coming either from outside or from us, we were alone in quiet environment and we both genuinely wanted to be there. Even my worries about the fact that I was twelve years older than she was were put to rest. When I asked her how she felt about my age, her answer was “Why? Are you a cheese?”

It seemed as though it happened by itself, naturally. Annie was holding back just enough to keep me wanting more, but not so much as to make me doubt she was enjoying the moment. We found our rhythm almost immediately and I got truly lost in her eyes for the first time as we stared at each other not only the entire time we made love but also after when we laid on our sides, facing each other, whispering, because talking normally would have been inappropriate in the circumstances. That is when she chose to ask for the first time specifically where had I grown up. I told her I just wanted to enjoy the present moment and redirected the conversation back to her.

As time passed, I ran out of ways to avoid the subject, so my only response became to gradually shut down all of those around me, Annie included…”

Do not reproduce or copy the content of this post as it is the sole property of citizenofvillejoie.com
Contact: steve.marchand@rogers.com

This project is entirely written on an iPad

Citizen of Ville Joie, Escape from the orphanage

13 Sunday Nov 2011

Posted by in Excerpts from Citizen of Ville Joie

≈ Leave a Comment

Tags

, , , , , ,


Please read “About this project and the Author” for more information on my project. Daryl escapes from the orphanage with his best friend Allan.

“On a cold day of late winter or very early spring, Allan and I decided we had had enough of this whole orphanage business and we decided to escape. I can’t recall exactly what triggered this firm decision of ours to leave, but damn it, we were determined to leave and no one was going to stand in our way. Since Ville Joie was an orphanage and not an institution where we were committed, we were free to come and go as we pleased, as long as we were reasonable and careful. So just before dinner we put on our coats and our not so warm, kids astronaut winter boots and the rest of our winter clothes and off we went. That was pretty much the whole plan.

Allan and I walked, no paraded, in front of the educators and spoke to one another loud enough for them to hear us say that we had had it with this place and we were leaving, knowing for sure the educators would rush to stop us, and beg us to reconsider. No response. No reaction. I guess all there was left to do was actually leave. We exited through the side door and walked down the driveway leading to the street in front of the orphanage. Once we reached the end of the driveway, we turned around to look at the orphanage one last time and began our escape in the freezing dusk.

About fifteen long, interminable and gut wrenching…steps later, Allan and I realized we hadn’t had dinner yet. We decided it would be best to eat first, this way we would have more strength and could travel a much greater distance with food in our stomachs. We ran back to Ville Joie and, because we were so cold, entered the building through the front door which was much closer than the door we used to leave. We sat down in our seats in the mess hall still fully dressed and still very much determined to leave immediately after our meal. A meal which turned out to be quite good and during which we removed our coats, followed by a sweet dessert we ate while taking off our boots, the whole thing washed down with a rich hot chocolate. At the end of the meal, our whole winter attire was lying on the floor by the table and we never ever mentioned the subject of our escape again…”

Do not reproduce or copy the content of this post as it is the sole property of citizenofvillejoie.com
Contact: steve.marchand@rogers.com

Citizen of Ville Joie, Daryl has his first meal with his new family…

24 Saturday Sep 2011

Posted by in Excerpts from Citizen of Ville Joie

≈ Leave a Comment

Tags

, , , , ,


Please read “About this project and the Author” for more information on my project. In this post, Daryl realizes his life hasn’t changed for the best:

“I got a taste of the kind of hell my life was about to become on the very first night I sat down for dinner with them. I looked around the table and saw steaks in everyone’s plate but when I looked at mine, there was a big brown sausage, a kind of sausage I had never seen before. I asked what it was and when they told me it was “blood sausage”, I looked at it in disgust and said I couldn’t possibly eat blood. Without saying a word, Mr D slowly stood up and calmly walked behind me. I was convinced he was going to replace the blood sausage with steak but instead he grabbed the hair at the back of my head and smashed my face in my plate, cutting the skin under my chin and breaking the plate. He walked back to his seat as calmly as he travelled to mine and resumed eating his meal as if nothing had happened. Mrs D didn’t skip a bite of her steak and Little D looked quite amused.

As for me, I was in was frozen in shock not only from the violence of what Mr D had done, but also from the sense of fear that immediately overwhelmed me. I was so scared I couldn’t even bring myself to cry. I remained still, dripping blood over the broken plate for a few seconds and instinctively began eating what only a few moments earlier repulsed me. Every bite made me gag in part because of the taste but also because of the pain I felt when I opened my mouth. I don’t remember if I finished the whole thing or not but, I must have eaten enough for Mr D to leave me alone…”

Do not reproduce or copy the content of this post as it is the sole property of citizenofvillejoie.com Contact: steve.marchand@rogers.com