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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Yours truly would never be confused for a gourmand, nevertheless I could enjoy experiencing taste testing select food samples if offered an opportunity of attending a fancy feast viz smörgåsbord, whereby oral indulgence would arouse, excite, inflict outstanding pleasure upon every taste bud on mine tongue. Asia generic gastronomy guy, I know how one can wolf down gourmet foods witnessing expanding girth; a destructive transformation clearly beyond any excessive enthusiasm. The necessity to feed and clothe this corporeal essence christened Cookie Muenster revels more so within the medium of writing. Aspirations toward fame nor fortune less significant than the mere pleasure to concoct a visually savory appetizing epistle. Food for thought more than to fill the void, where growling heard across the world wide web, thus, no anterior, interior or ulterior motive asper begging for money underlies this exercise. yet...if perchance a voluntary choice arises to dole out a smidgen of legal tender a name and address indeed willingly linkedin to this faux popinjay person, who tries to convey decency, humility, levity...qualities that wield zest. Gluttonous connoisseur of ethnic culinary cuisines Food glorious food I savor across the gamut of tastes, not more than one over another does yours truly favor. Though anonymous hungry for fame well fed writer wannabe and hardly a substantially sized married baby boomer, which dual disadvantages partly explains lack of ubiquity among claque of cooks, yet cautiously optimistic if I plug away and craft this, that or another poem yours truly would be in seventh heaven if tinkering with words could bring me bread and butter. Many popular rotund corpulent gourmands tame their hungry beasthood easily put me to shame vis a vis consuming in their one meal, what yours truly eats in a lifetime, none of those celery buddies, whom this non-television watcher can name seen on any selective cable channel portly chaps exuding, inviting, and offering odysseys to appease palate uttering l'chaim, I still revel in writing while on the hunt (during Red October) for a meme poetry and prose, and decided absent clear and present danger to introduce myself quite lame with a NON-GMO marginal uptick in any sudden fortune or fame, yet twould be pleasantly syrup prized if desire and interest to enjoy a repast from potential buxom waitress didst exclaim enthusiastically ideally after subtly trying get her attention said hypothetical well-fed dame, and if perchance such just desserts came via the kitchen maiden kitty, versus kit chin middens no boastful claim would be uttered by me, verboten fruits denied me mine lack of politesse I would blame her intellectual company satisfactory aim. First and foremost on the agenda, would be to locate an affordable, casual and favorable eatery tubby agreeable to our wallet and taste indubitable choice without (absent any formal dress code), lettuce go further haste. Strait away to the great weigh (or if vegetarian – whey) station of delectable food where the exquisite, expertise, and exotic high steak king claim on: Peterson's Field Guide, Michelin Guide, Gayot Guide/Gault Millau, American Automobile Association, Forbes Travel Guide reputation good. Testimony to legendary praise explaining why patrons travel for countless days transforming him/her into a steady state, where he/she shuffles along in a dishabille quotidian famished daze far and wide culinary craze out of this world wide web, the wispy Uber Lyft wafts trace steamy filament up braise through nostrils of our noses, whereat heads nod affirmation i.e. ayes. Even before making a glad entrance (into Restaurant) complete a host of fresh, enticing, and delicious aromas serve as a treat. Delicate, foreign, hefty indescribable ole factory stimulants delight infiltrating thru swinging kitchen doors holding us smell bound, though thin filaments invisibly light. Thus upon a strategic seat, we hoped for, or politely sought from the manager of the house ah, our luck to be situated in close proximity, where impossibility to stave off gaming hunger, though neither myself nor honorable guest grouse. Now decision time to select one delicacy equally as appealing as the next on expansive menu list, the resultant penultimate decision method resorted to twist then flick (with eyes closed) the wrist. This once difficult task complete twas now the responsibility of the maitre'd to store within his/her memory, which tummy appeared like an amazing sumptuous (promising scrumptious) feat Minutes ticked away as our stomachs growled louder patiently awaiting the grateful moment to dine starting with clam chowder hello poetrysoup compiled within me taste testing router. Next in line from smörgåsbord feast hors-d'oeuvres ample enough to satiate thine palate to whet from deep-fried delicacies greased and self-restraint practiced so the main course diminished least. We fell upon butterfly jumbo shrimp and marinated mushrooms when brought an atavistic motion that memory wrought. The Matzo ball soup with Jewish rye bread went to the gullet with a dollop of butter thinly spread. A vegetable, venerable, veritable, and spinach pie herbivorous delight, the apple of my eye. Parmigiana, pasta, and poultry (albeit free-ranging NON-GMO and gluten-free) dishes galore kept off the figurative lid (no matter stuffed to gills ready to be mounted) to eat more quite aware that mine waist bulged whereby beltway buckle tore. Last (but not least) at the FINIS of this well-stocked meal comprises the selection of dessert, which samples visible from a glass-enclosed wheel tickling that reserved “off limits” hot pocket hashtagged for just such a sugary treat thus summoning forth within an engorged abdomen, nonetheless, an audible zeal. That reserved allotted sweet baked, fried, or whipped parfait or countless other grandiose mouthwatering delicacy. Ah...juiced enough wiggle room for one decadent byte, perchance small enough to roll around in the mouth, like a Chocolate Mousse, or a honey ball. Despite feeling ready to explode hence yours truly uttering oy vey simply eyeing a food tray no longer in an ala mode vis a vis clamoring for consumption well aware of the morrow or sooner this bloated dirigible fulfilled human, would dearly caloric wise despite going Dutch heavily pay witness by need pointing all the way to highest number showing us how much we weigh penny wise pound foolish yay!
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