Chia Seed Pudding
Chia seed pudding
“We’re popular enough at parties. Its when it comes to real life that we find ourselves in the barren desert of failed friendships,” Tanya said.
“Is it really that bad?” asked Shelly.
“Worse, if anything.”
“Ok I believe you. You’ve been divorced what – for 15 years now?”
“You should know.
If you’re popular at parties though you could ride that wave to a stable relationship.”
“Not so easy. The wave has to continue as such, not peter out into a wavelet – a dainty lace edged hanky.”
“ Well it will eventually I’m sure. Patience. And by the way there’s quite a nice wave headed your way. He’s been watching you all evening. I’ll leave you to it.”
“ Wait, wait while I finish the last of this chia pudding with grapes. Can’t flirt on an empty stomach.”
“Don’t just flirt. Be real.” Shelly floated off to her husband, wine glass in pincer grip as she moved thread like between the revellers.
“ Hi! I’m Bert. Can I get you a refill?”
She looked around at the man standing at her shoulder. Thinking about her own smile – not too broad but sincere nevertheless – she didn’t at first see it. When a sweeping glance of the face before her caused the blemish to bob into view Tanya wasn’t quite sure what to focus on.
She felt the laughter rising like sparkling wine bubbles, slowly tickling her nose. Unbearably. Now she’d caught Shelly’s eye and it burst out in a loud horse-like snort that she tried to cover up by leaning down and sneezing most unconvincingly.
“I hope you aren’t allergic to me,” Bert said.
“ I don’t think so. I’m not even allergic to chia seeds.”
Tanya had stopped trying to suppress her laughter.
“Chia seeds?” he repeated in polite puzzlement.
She made another attempt to control the laughter, remembering all the men whose sense of humour evaporated when the joke was on them.
“What are you laughing about?” he asked, smiling broadly, swept along on the wave of mirth.
Since she didn’t reply he continued with, “Ok don’t tell me. What drink shall I get you?”
“ Wine. White. Oh and if you see a chia pudding could you get one of those too?”
“ You’re probably the only other person here who’s eating those puddings.”
“ Oh really? Who else is?” The words were out before she could stop them.
“ Let me guess. You’re the other eater-of-chia-pudding.” Tanya turned on the charm.
“ Who told you that?”
“ Your chin.”
A quick swipe over his chin removed the pale green blotch onto his palm. He stared at it. He seemed to be wondering how to react.
“You know what it looks like, don’t you? To someone who hasn’t eaten this slightly slimy green pudding with little black chia seeds attractively scattered on it.”
“I have no idea.” Bert said firmly, attempting dignity in the face of her laughter.
“ Are you sure you want more wine?” he asked.
“Yes, why wouldn’t I want more?”
“ I wanted to get to know you better without the effect of more alcohol.”
“ Unfortunately I’m like this with or without alcohol.”
“ Oh. That’s nice. I’ll forego the wine but not the pudding.”
“You should never deprive yourself of chia seeds. Specially when they tell you such a lot about a person.”
“They do? “
“ Their reaction when they meet someone for the first time with a blob of mucilaginous jelly, of a suspect shade of green planted on their face. And that in the middle of a gathering of such elegance.”
More delighted laughter rose into the air.