Like A Good Meal

Food. Not just food, but a meal. And not just a meal, but the full three courses. Ahhh there’s something about it. There’s something about it that says so much more than just eating because you’re hungry.

I don’t tend to talk while I’m eating. There’s something about the focus on the consuming of the food that gets me in the mode of just eating. Once I’ve done with the portion of the meal, I do like to sit back and savour what I’ve just taken into the system and then aid its digestion with good conversation.

That also means I am not one for cheap and trinket gestures for a meal. Like those restaurants that have a large plate with hardly anything in it that charge you as though the plate was full. I’m sure catering is art to some, but if I wanted food as art I would go to a gallery and expect to see it in a portrait.

The meal really has to be substantial – and sometimes in as much as chit-chat has its place, I like conversations of substance too. I am not meaning it needs to have deep and profound content throughout, I am talking about it being honest and truthful and at times vulnerable and eager to explore things in a more open way than some care to consider. I like those king of meaty encounters.

They compliment the meals so well.

For His Name’s Sake

Shalom

C. L. J. Dryden