One highlight of the past week to cap an otherwise pleasant and quiet night was a spontaneous evening surprise, when we popped over to the Omni Parker House Hotel for a taste of the original Boston Cream Pie and a dose of New England History. As we tasted the Boston Cream Pie, $9, shared, we looked around at the decor and for a brief and rare moment, I was transported back to the late 1940s, post WWII, as I looked at the dark wood detail and chandeliers around me. My husband and I pictured what the dining room might have looked like – mostly similar- and sounded like. Instead of Sinatra crooning on the radio, we pictured a small band in the corner with an instrumentalist plucking a bass line, punctuating laughs over the murmur of many casual conversations.
The dessert was good, but much less creamy and more textured than other renditions of this popular flavor. B kept saying that this was really special, and insisted that we celebrate our “and a half,” a between-month wedding date anniversary. (If that doesn’t make any sense, don’t worry about it. If it does, feel free to follow suit.) With a chuckle, I agreed – why not celebrate?
On our way home, we stopped in the Boston Public Gardens to find out what the ducks do at night. I report, they weren’t doing any one activity: some were swimming in circle formation, some were sitting on the lawn, others were walking around slowly on different banks of the ponds.
Until next time,