“The thought of two thousand people crunching celery at the same time horrified me.”
― George Bernard Shaw
Alas, I will never be a vegetarian! There, I've said it. I've no war against greens, in fact, I'm dear fond of the lot - well most, but lettuce sanctimony isn't one of my noble virtues.
I did try once or twice, but square things about yourself, you ought to face. The silk smooth glide of a fluffy tomato-basil omelette is a sample of luscious temptation. Unjustly depriving myself is a thought too terrible. Truly, I am carnal, sigh!
Oh, I do admire my vegan and vegetarian friends. The ones with years have proven the merits of their chosen lifestyle. They posses a certain calmness - a lightness - and are true founts of nutritious wisdom. I've become a more sensible, more aware eater because of them.
It was a rather stale afternoon, laced with stifling heat that prompts stodgy headaches when I stumbled on the archived picture above. Why ever do I take food photos, one would never know, except to reason that it provides a sort of offbeat delight.
That warm lovely tomato crepes with that creamy fresh asparagus topped on toast touches a bouquet of bucolic memory for me. I am raptured back to that sonorous breakfast morning, to that rich black coffee sip, to that person and our affable companionship, and to the whole of it delectably good and well. A pretty frame of a sumptuous life, you could say is - love and thrice felicity.