more than about eating
When I peel the mandarin I want to breath in the fine spray of oils as they fly off the skin.
I want to taste the rose water in the Turkish delight.
I want to meditate on the honey-like sweetness of the dates.
I want to be at one with the shocking bitterness of our homegrown radicchio and observe the fresh walnuts, orange and fennel mediate the harshness when I toss them in a salad.
If wine is to be drunk, I want it to be mellow and aged (like that wonderful 11 year old shiraz I drank last weekend), sipped slowly with respect.
I want to remember what it feels like for my stomach to be fully empty, awake and ready before I am fed.
I want to eat more slowly and laugh more deeply.
What are your plans for the weekend?
Labels: thoughts on eating