We had dinner at Sylvia's, the famous soul food restaurant in Harlem. It was a wonderful time. I ate fried chicken, collard greens and mac and cheese. It was tempting to eat as much as possible, but Don, Lia's dad, spoke so highly of the peach cobbler I knew I had to save myself. I used my deep mental powers to excercise restraint. Lia took a different approach, keeping one eye on her plate and the other on Pete's.
Eventually the time came for dessert and the glorious peach cobbler arrived at the table:
Since everyone had eaten a large meal, we decided to split two cobblers between four people. Don and Pete had one and Lia and I had the other. Linda was the true picture of restraint, opting out of dessert. We fork-cheered as Linda documented the sweet ritual:
We may be two dainty ladies but we managed to finish up our dessert, while Don and Pete lost steam, sadly leaving some of their cobbler on the plate.
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