A Meal to Remember

A wonderful memory…

Pilgrim on a Long, Long Journey

It was a cool, March evening in 1977. Likely to testify as a Maryland State Medical Examiner at a courthouse, I was dressed in my best suit, a green woolen.

There was a new, beautiful, talented woman in my life, Kristine. She was an art student. Following several dinner dates out, Kris had invited me for dinner at her place. She bought scallops at Lexington Market in Baltimore, a market birthed during the era of the American Revolution in 1782. She also purchased some fresh greens for a salad there.

I arrived at her apartment. I sat down for dinner.

Looking at the table was like seeing one of her works of art. The greens, off-whites and grays were beautifully composed. Unbeknownst to Kris, to that point, I had never enjoyed scallops. But this time given they were fresh from an extraordinary marketplace and cooked to perfection, I loved the…

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