This week, I finally did.
Chez Panisse. (Our trip was childless and we actually could afford the unusual extravagance.)
Should we? Could we actually get a reservation for that very night?
Blood oranges and avocado with ginger dressing
Wood oven-roasted spicy shrimp with white polenta, leeks, tomato, and green garlic
Creme caramel with candied kumquats and biscotti
It was fabulous!
Even though society defines me as middle age, I don't always feel like a grown up, like I really am the adult, like I've made it. Perhaps it is because the older I get the more I realize I don't know--so much to learn, to experience, and to explore.
It doesn't seem all that long ago that I pumped my own gas for the first time or took my first ride in a taxi cab, but grown-ups do those sort of things.
Grown-ups also get to benefit from the fruits of their life-long labors and enjoy a rare night at The Claremont or a delectable dinner at Chez Panisse.
Enjoy it I did. Relished and savored it, actually.
Being a grown-up really isn't so bad.