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A tribute to food

I love food. It is something that I will never part from, so help me God. I believe that when I taste some amazing dish, it's like tasting a little piece of what my soul will feel like when I enter the pearly gates. And the other day, I had reached the closest my soul has ever felt, to those gates, than I have in a while. Here is what that meal tasted like, in words, to me.


I sat down at the table ready and willing to take on whatever might lay in front of me. My plate, was not so much a plate anymore, but a deep cavern ready to be filled with spoonfuls of warm masses of energy, ready to nourish my body and soul. As I started to lift each unkown dish and place a part of it on my plate, my mind prepared my senses for what was about to happen. I poured my white wine in to the glass and immediately smelled it's light fruity aroma. As I reached for my knife and fork, I began to cut the juicy melt -in -your- mouth pork tenderloin, rubbed in a rusty orange mixture of spice topped with a I- don't- know- how -you- did- it, but you- did -it brown sauce. And as I ever so slowly ground the meat and felt the juice and sauce and muscle mix around I thought this is the most wonderful cut of pork I have ever had, there's no way everything else can be just as good. Well, it was. I thought I would cry tears of joy and disbelief as I ate the small golden potatoes with bacon. When I thought they couldn't get any better, I was told to top them with a sour cream truffle sauce. Oh - My- Heavenly - Mother - Mary - And - Jesus- And St. - Peter too. If it had not been from years of minding my manners that were early ingrained in my head, I would have taken that beautiful bowl of sour cream truffle sauce and licked like a dog licks gravy off the floor during Turkey Day. I was in heaven. I knew right then what I will feel like when I go to heaven. My soul will be light and creamy with a bite. I cannot even describe the taste of this sauce, but I know it would be my demise. For it is my soulmate, and I would wish never to part from it, but, and here is my sordid fate, I do not know how to make it. Which, I hate to say, is a good thing. Of course, the leafy purple and green tossed salad with almonds, cranberries and blue cheese with a beautifully tangy vinagrette was amazing as was the kale, but my mind could not be pulled away, nor my tastebuds, from my sworn true love, the sour cream truffle sauce. I love you.


And this all would not have been possible were it not for it's maker. Thank you Erick. I am forever in your debt. You introduced me to my match. Or you're the devil....not sure yet.


P.S. I can't wait till I am just my soul. Because souls can't get fat.

Comments

Anonymous said…
Oh my gosh you make me laugh! I heart you Megan Bergman :)

P.S. Now I'm STARVING thanks to you!

P.P.S. Great writing!
Anonymous said…
Isn't my husband amazing!? Megan this is just the beginning. You just wait:)
OK...come on!! That is just downright cruel to those among us who {heart} food! I am jealous and drooling all at the same time...

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