Eat the picture. Stuff it in your mouth and let the juices run. Take in big virtual whiffs of aromas. The colors. Savor the crunchy or the flaky or the unctuous or the mellow or the spicy or the creamy or the tender or the moist or the pure freshness or the subtle or the assertive. You are a guest who has arrived at a dinner party for all the senses. But only your eyes actually cross the threshold. Rose is your chef. Rose is a fellow guest. Rose is enjoying this as much as you are. She is juggling chain saws and watermelons without blinking. She is the proverbial hostess who is like the duck: Calm and unruffled on the surface-and paddling like crazy underneath. Sit back. Relax. You are in for a deliciously good experience. |
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