Eating Out

I don't much care for eating out, but " The Dames Who Rescue dogs " and I have lately gotten together for a couple of lunches.
Lunches, because we are all of an age, and having lunch leaves you with time for the real important stuff, such as feeding your animals and watching the news.
Rita, the other half of the rescue dames, has seven dogs in her house. ( she has a very big house ) .
So we have gathered at Inge's for lunches in the sun. The only problem is that Guadalupe, Inge's maid/cook has a very limited cooking vocabulary, consisting mostly of lots of oil and high heat, so even the most delicate pieces of fish fillets come out as contenders for shoe leather. How she does it is a mystery to me.
But I feel tremendously safe eating her food. No wayward bacteria or germ will survive her frying.
Maybe I should be grateful for that.
So we eat and gossip and compliment Lupe on her cooking and feel really good that we are so civilized.
And start planning for the next lunch.