Just for an example, imagine that you received a kiss from someone you wanted a kiss from and before hand you were hoping it was not going to be just a kiss but a nice kiss. The instant your lips touched you knew something extraordinary was going on. You had "nice" expectations because you like to kiss in general and the person you were going to kiss has good hygiene, nice lips and a great smile.
With your eyes closed, that first nibble lasted only a second, maybe, but you are now confused with how to breath. All of your senses have been hijacked. You are touching the person's shoulders but your hands and arms are frozen unable to move. Your mouth is still open but not wide and you need air and inhale through your nose. The scent of her hair and her breath fill your nasal cavity, you can taste the lipstick although you cannot tell what flavor it is. You pull back and open your eyes to see a face in front of you with a similar look of astonishment. You realize that no other kiss, even with this person will be as intense, as rewarding, as destructive as this kiss was. It ruined all other kisses, probably for the rest of your life.
Now, stop imagining this kiss because it will just upset you that there are few kisses like this one to go around.
Recently, I had lunch at a little shop in an antique alley kind of place. I had heard the food here was excellent yet a little pricey. I am a cheapskate but I felt the need to splurge a bit even though price can ruin a meal for me but I was being adventurous. I ordered, well it does not matter what I ordered as a main course. I ordered tea, an Earl Grey variety. The waiter, a kid of fifteen years quickly brought us a complimentary scone. It was a blueberry, lemon pecan scone. I am not sure what exactly a scone is but I can assume it is what he brought us. My Earl Grey arrived quickly also. The scone was excellent tasting and I will order scones again assuming it was a scone and not a biscuit in which case I will order a biscuit. The tea was also quite good. I opened the tea cup to notice that the grounds were actual leaves, a sign of a quality tea I am told. We placed our orders and waited in the warm sun at an outside table. Expectations were high and anticipation was mounting. As I was gazing off into space watching some such nonsense down the block, our meals arrived. It was simple fare and with no real frills except nice china and heavy silverware. The table was so small the young waiter explained we could move the tea pots to the flower bed adjacent to our table. "That was cool" I thought. There was not hint of disappointment so far. The open air, the smells and the view.
I grabbed the spoon and without really looking a my food, I scooped up a bit of it and sipped it off the spoon. I immediately looked down to see what I had just eaten. I quickly took a full spoon in my mouth. I looked up and said " Oh holy shit", "taste this". and I offered my guest a taste. My head was spinning, I literally could not breath effectively. The expression on my guests face was similar to mine so I knew I was not dying. As my eyes welled up with tears, I said, " I think that is the best thing I have ever tasted". I was pretty close to weeping out loud so I did not speak and tried to maintain a little composer. My guest is laughing now and I took another bite of the scone. I returned to my meal and did everything in my power to make it last, hopefully the rest of my life but maybe seven minutes. I have had this dish other places, not fancy like this but nothing has ever hit my taste buds like this. I have no idea how to make something taste like it tastes.
I like food. I watch cooking shows all the time. I watch great chefs mix spices and stress techniques. Nothing comes to mind on how this flavor with this dish is even possible. I have several dishes I call "food of the gods". Most are traditional old family recipes that really are tremendously tasty. Some are newer and I consider them special any time I can get them. I am afraid they are all now mere shadows for my future culinary quests. I hope the Halupke will still be my ultimate favorite. I hope the Curry Mango dishes I love will still be there for me. Today, I do not think so. I ate some leftover spaghetti and everyone knows second day pasta dishes are better than first day. It was good but somehow weaker, less necessary. I could give up a life to taste food from this little shop or anywhere this good, even if it was just this dish. I could give up stuff. I could end up riding a bicycle to work because of this dish.
With your eyes closed, that first nibble lasted only a second, maybe, but you are now confused with how to breath. All of your senses have been hijacked. You are touching the person's shoulders but your hands and arms are frozen unable to move. Your mouth is still open but not wide and you need air and inhale through your nose. The scent of her hair and her breath fill your nasal cavity, you can taste the lipstick although you cannot tell what flavor it is. You pull back and open your eyes to see a face in front of you with a similar look of astonishment. You realize that no other kiss, even with this person will be as intense, as rewarding, as destructive as this kiss was. It ruined all other kisses, probably for the rest of your life.
Now, stop imagining this kiss because it will just upset you that there are few kisses like this one to go around.
Recently, I had lunch at a little shop in an antique alley kind of place. I had heard the food here was excellent yet a little pricey. I am a cheapskate but I felt the need to splurge a bit even though price can ruin a meal for me but I was being adventurous. I ordered, well it does not matter what I ordered as a main course. I ordered tea, an Earl Grey variety. The waiter, a kid of fifteen years quickly brought us a complimentary scone. It was a blueberry, lemon pecan scone. I am not sure what exactly a scone is but I can assume it is what he brought us. My Earl Grey arrived quickly also. The scone was excellent tasting and I will order scones again assuming it was a scone and not a biscuit in which case I will order a biscuit. The tea was also quite good. I opened the tea cup to notice that the grounds were actual leaves, a sign of a quality tea I am told. We placed our orders and waited in the warm sun at an outside table. Expectations were high and anticipation was mounting. As I was gazing off into space watching some such nonsense down the block, our meals arrived. It was simple fare and with no real frills except nice china and heavy silverware. The table was so small the young waiter explained we could move the tea pots to the flower bed adjacent to our table. "That was cool" I thought. There was not hint of disappointment so far. The open air, the smells and the view.
I grabbed the spoon and without really looking a my food, I scooped up a bit of it and sipped it off the spoon. I immediately looked down to see what I had just eaten. I quickly took a full spoon in my mouth. I looked up and said " Oh holy shit", "taste this". and I offered my guest a taste. My head was spinning, I literally could not breath effectively. The expression on my guests face was similar to mine so I knew I was not dying. As my eyes welled up with tears, I said, " I think that is the best thing I have ever tasted". I was pretty close to weeping out loud so I did not speak and tried to maintain a little composer. My guest is laughing now and I took another bite of the scone. I returned to my meal and did everything in my power to make it last, hopefully the rest of my life but maybe seven minutes. I have had this dish other places, not fancy like this but nothing has ever hit my taste buds like this. I have no idea how to make something taste like it tastes.
I like food. I watch cooking shows all the time. I watch great chefs mix spices and stress techniques. Nothing comes to mind on how this flavor with this dish is even possible. I have several dishes I call "food of the gods". Most are traditional old family recipes that really are tremendously tasty. Some are newer and I consider them special any time I can get them. I am afraid they are all now mere shadows for my future culinary quests. I hope the Halupke will still be my ultimate favorite. I hope the Curry Mango dishes I love will still be there for me. Today, I do not think so. I ate some leftover spaghetti and everyone knows second day pasta dishes are better than first day. It was good but somehow weaker, less necessary. I could give up a life to taste food from this little shop or anywhere this good, even if it was just this dish. I could give up stuff. I could end up riding a bicycle to work because of this dish.
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