They say the way to a man's heart is through his stomach. My life experience suggests a whole lot of people believe this to be true. Eating is certainly one of life's great pleasures, much to the profit-driven delight of the myriad franchises offering miracle diet plans.
I was having a holiday open house and several guests brought some of their culinary treasures. One chronologically gifted (elderly) woman had for several years struggled with rapidly failing health, quite unable to stand or walk. Yet, she brought a small warm loaf of fruit bread of her own making. Its sweet fragrance reminded me of the simple things in life that really satisfy. Reading "Bread" might make you itch for a warm piece of your own.
Most people eat grapefruit by cutting it in half and then eating out the sections with a serrated spoon or by first using a knife to free the sections. The real nature of the fruit is incised from their experience. If you want a fuller, more visual experience while eating a grapefruit, get a large pink Ruby Red, peel it slowly and have nothing else requiring your immediate attention. I was lucky enough to have a perfect Ruby Red given to me by a dear friend. Grapefruits received as gifts are always better than ones purchased. "Pink Grapefruit" may just change your view of this splendid sub-tropical offering.
One of the most elegant aspects of train travel is the dining car with its crisply starched linen table cloths, fresh cut flowers in a crystal vase, and a steward in black tails. I have the great fortune to live in a small town that is near one of the few remaining rail lines in America. I also have the greater benefit of being able to take daily service on the Crescent which offers full dining car service.
There is no better way to break up a long journey into bite-size pieces than to take leisurely multi-course meals in the dining car at sunrise and sunset. "Dining Car" describes my pleasant musings during an evening meal shortly after I had parted company with my Beloved. Love is good food for the soul.
Bread
Gently combining nature's magic,
you add your loving essence.
Singing melodies of contentment,
you append joy to secret formulas.
Solar warmth of ancient forest
bursts forth from hibernation.
Rising to the antediluvian sun,
your creation takes on golden hue.
Driving away pungency of winter,
warm fragrant aromas enchant.
Basking in spectral fantasy of Christmas,
we delight in scrumptious expectation.
Can I have cold milk with it?
Dining Car
Sunset slipping silently into memory,
I feast alone,
mesmerized by your radiant Presence.
The seat opposite looms vacant.
Yet,
my soul rejoices with grand fullness.
Snow white linen recalls good fortune.
Remembering,
I bask in rich purity of your Love.
Crimson carnations colorize reflections.
Illuminating,
remembrance of your warmth fires imagination.
Careening into dense darkness,
trusting,
Your luminous spirit disperses shadow.
Serpentine steel takes me afar.
Yet,
to You shall my heart return.
Might I have dessert?
Pink Grapefruit
Today I had Yours for breakfast;
giving me musings of miraculous marvels.
Peeling back saffron leatherette,
I found Heaven's tears in perfect pouches.
Florida sunlight cached in rose teardrops,
translucent pendants of rouge glistened.
Succulent sweet sections giving sustenance,
I sat mute, astounded by Your Love for me.
Would you like a piece?
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