“Think left and think right and think low and think high. Oh, the thinks/things you can think up if only you try!”
― Dr. Seuss
She invited me to dinner. I think she hoped I might stay a little longer than dinner.
Her house was tiny. Well so I thought and then I looked inside and there were sights to take my breath away.
Delicacies unimaginable. Tastes sensational. And her, my one great love, who glided around her kitchen in her pinny looking the part as she mixed, stirred and crafted a meal I was never to forget.
“Food is an all encompassing experience,” she said with a twinkle inner eye that caught and held me.
“Sometimes what appears one thing can be something different and an entirely new experience. You just have to let the enchantment happen.“
With a glint in her eye my heart melted a little more.
She took me into her garden; we sat among the long grasses that waved at our feet as we took in the view of the valley that stretched away at the end of her yard. Here she tempted me with tiny breads topped with what I couldn’t recognise but melted in my mouth, washed down with a fine white wine.
Then taking my hand she led me to her dining table strewn with roses from her garden. She sat me across from herself and watched as I ate her food. Every mouthful danced on my taste buds. She served the meal in bowls with the most exquisite patterns.
She was indeed an intelligent woman, a mind as sharp as tack. She held me in awe as our evening progressed. Always in every exchange she looked me in the eye as if wanting to draw me in ever closer.
It is true to say I was mesmerised. Enthralled by her.
The meal complete she took me into her garden where she now had placed a cushion on the seat we previously sat at. Here she caressed my head, kissed me gently and asked me if I had had an enjoyable evening.
What could I say but yes. Thereafter followed a long but thoroughly unforgettable night where I had thought her food and house was memorable her love felt me speechless.