Spicy and precious are the moments we two can share...

I recently walked by a Chinese restaurant that listed, among the specials, two entrees: “Spicy Blast” and “Precious Pot.”

Had my husband been with me, here is the dialogue that would have followed:

Scene: Park Slope. Midday. Alice and Scott walk by a Chinese restaurant. Alice glances at the sign listing the specials and nudges Scott, who reads.

Him: I had some spicy blasts into our precious pot this morning. I think it must have been the Kung Pao from last night.

Me: Hey, every now and then I like a spicy blast into my precious pot, if you know what I’m saying.

They both snicker with glee.

Exeunt.