There are times you are silent like a waiter in the corner and
times when you speak like the sue chef who cares less about the rules of the
ref. It is your sport being in the kitchen and letting food entertain your
guests both men and women. It is an art the way you devise a menu as vibrant as
a diamond and as chic as mystique. There are times when you leave me
mesmerized. Words that are crafted are devised and memorized. Spread upon a
platter, mixed in a shaker, the meaning becomes clear when they are served
after a taster. The main course and dessert are the crucial components of the contest
that couldn’t afford a disaster but special care and garnish went into the
presentation of the appetizer. The condiments were a fixture to pull and
entwine the guests into the meal’s deceiving texture. At the table at dinner,
you came in a little later, the tears were still shedding, the skin was still
peeling. If observed closely I could see that your mind had been boiling but
contemplation had left it simmering, your ears had been burning but the
wreckage had pushed your emotions into the refrigerator for cooling. The knife
wasn’t far from your hand and neither were the chopping intentions at a
distance from your mind. All in close proximity you could feel the blend of
smooth capability and convenient availability. But you held back the temptation
given by the laid-out cutlery and let go of the urge to lay each plate with a
carving of your ability.