Coco on the ball. (My view from the sidelines.)

Getting a Kick Out of Soccer

Whenever I watch a soccer game, I always remember the first game in which I saw youngsters participate. The kids (one of them was mine) were about 5-or -years old and running helter-skelter about the field. Eventually, the referee/coach couldn’t take it any longer. He blew his whistle and hollered, “Stop, stop, stop! I want everyone to point in the direction of their goal.”

There was much casting about by the young athletes to determine just where that was. But eventually each figured it out. After that I’ve always had a warm spot in my heart for soccer. Any game that causes youngsters to search for their goal and move in that direction has some lifelong value.

Game over and everyone’s hungry for dinner. . . .

First We Play Soccer and Then We Eat

What better way to take your mind off a lost soccer game than a street side outing in the Central West End.

Robin chit-chats with my granddaughters about the outcome of the game.

Game to Forget; Food to Remember

Mixed greens with roasted shallot vinaigrette

Bistro Steak with frits.

Salad with brioche croutons, baked lardons, poached egg, and bacon vinaigrette

Trout Amandine with cauliflower

Mussels with white wine, and garlic, shallots

All’s well that ends well.