snapped a crisp branch of purslane, directly from your garden?
plucked each delicate tiny leaf and nibbled away?
followed by the sensual bite of its branches luscious tang?
picked an heirloom tomato, directly from your garden?
sliced it thin, reavealing all its beautiful marble?
followed by the inevitable slurp of its luscious goodness?
tasted goat cheese, directly from the farmers market?
sneaked a pinch, a crumb, a chunk, on the long mosey home?
followed by the spread of it, across freshly made bread, in all its luscious comfort?
sliced slow roasted chicken breast insanely thin, directly from your oven?
sprinkled it generously with freshly ground pepper and freshly squeezed lemon?
followed by the construction of your sandwich, piled high, in all its luscious perfection?