One of my good friends is visiting for the next couple of days. He is the husband of my evil twin (or I am the evil twin, I forget), who is my best friend. If you have a best friend, you know that it is extra specially great when your best friend really likes something that you like a lot. Well, I like sushi. It is one of my happy foods. ThePinkThing likes it a lot, too, while TheHusband likes it well enough. My best friend had never eaten sushi before I dragged her to my formerly favorite sushi restaurant in Bethesda (it has since closed). "Try this" (eel), I said. "It tastes like chicken, but better!" She did. "And try this (salmon), too. It tastes sort of like lox, but yummier." Etc. I got her hooked. And in the last 11 years of our friendship, since she has been eating sushi, she has lived in Germany, Belgrade, Bucharest, Yerevan, and now again in Germany (small town in the middle of the country). So sushi is not readily available. Or good, if available at all. But I ate sushi with her stand-in (aka, the ersatz-Claudia) tonight. We shared nicely.
And to top it off, the husbands stopped off at the grocery store and brought back four (4!) freaking pints of Ben and Jerry's. Four different kinds of B&J ice cream that I like. You wouldn't expect me to restrain myself, would you? No? You're right. So I had some ice cream for dessert.
Sushi and Ben & Jerry's with her husband. Claudia will smack me the next time I see her, even if we are on the way to a sushi restaurant... And it will have been worth it. And she is still my best friend.