I'm the kind of person who skips to the conversation when reading a book.
The Daily Prompt for today read: Describe the most satisfying meal you’ve ever eaten in glorious detail.
Quite frankly, I never eat in glorious detail. I eat fast. Really fast. Forget the details, especially the glorious ones.
My father, on the hand, savors every bite of food he eats. He chews each bite 37 times. He pauses between bites. He eats in glorious detail.
The other day, however, Bobby and I were talking about the best meal we ever had.
“That meal” need no further reference for me to remember it. “That meal” was, hands down, the best meal we ever had in a restaurant. And the funny thing is I don’t even remember what we ate.
Every year at Christmas, the credit union has a chance auction to raise money for a charitable cause. We buy tickets and put them in bowls for different prizes that we would like to win. One year we won a dinner for two at The Hawkeye, a fancy little restaurant at a resort hotel.
A previous year we had won a gift certificate for an Italian restaurant in a neighboring city. The gift certificate had a dollar amount attached and it was more than enough money for a wonderful meal for us.
But The Hawkeye prize had no dollar amount. Just “Dinner for Two.”
Quite honestly, I have never eaten out before or since when I have not been conscious of the price of the meal. Even if someone else is paying, I know that someone else is paying, and that awareness leads me to immediately rule out the most expensive items on the menu.
But this dinner for two was a prize donated by The Hawkeye. It had no stipulation of anything, other than two people dining together.
When the waitress came and asked if we’d like to start with an appetizer, Bobby and I looked at each other, smiled, then said, almost in unison, “Sure!”
I have no idea what we ordered (maybe we each ordered our own) but whatever it was, we ate it in glorious detail. We savored and talked and laughed.
“Are you ready to order your meal?” the waitress asked.
We were, and we did. I have no idea what I ordered, but I do remember studying the menu and reminding myself that I could order whatever I wanted. Price didn’t matter. And I ate it in glorious detail.
We ate slowly,enjoying the atmosphere, enjoying the fact that we had no children with us, enjoying each other’s company. In glorious detail.
When we finished, the waitress asked, “Did you save room for dessert?” She just happened to have a dessert menu in her hand.
Of course we hadn’t saved room for dessert, but we looked at each other, smiled, then said, almost in unison, “Absolutely!”
I’m pretty sure we shared a dessert, something chocolate-y and rich. And we ate it in glorious detail.
The most satisfying meal I ever had turned out to have nothing to do with the food. It had everything to do with the company and the fact that I could hang my worries at the door and just enjoy.
In glorious detail.