A textured sensed smile

         Sounds of crisp, virgin olive oil poured and
snapping. Loud crackles of fresh pasta sticks drowning
in water.

         Small echoing bubbles brought to heated
ranges. Mmm as the stomach growls and inhaling
breath become deep.

         Rolling the texture of aroma over senses. The
face leans in to absorb the warmth of steam. Fogging
oval frames, I giggle.

        Preparations of variety of spices. Blending each
fresh herb within tightly pureed tomatoes. Yummy.

         The thought of chopped garlic infused with
warm butter spread thick upon soft baked bread.
Then toasted in oven for eight or ten minutes. Ah
the aromas expanding from kitchen to living room.

        The excitement of exploring this dinner. Silently
praises are given.

         Joining the pasta and toasted bread with a glass
of Petit Syrah Port. Hmm. The textures explode
inside mouth. My tastebuds rave and marvel over
the grandness of a simple handicrafted dinner.

        Nice is the smoothness caressing, coating throat.
All that was part of the day has disappeared. A
moment to breathe, relax and savor all.

        Now the evening will soon be arriving. My
eyes prepare for another lesson from Jehovah.

        So did you enjoy your meal? Did you smile
over the textures, flavors and aromas that greeted
and soothed your soul? How about your company?

       Ah I smile as I am very content. Also very happy.
Yes of the food and now a silent stomach.

       Now laugh with me.