Food glorious food

Food glorious food Asia generic guy gastronomy (and how gourmet foods eat destructively clearly beyond any) excess enthusiasm, the necessity to feed and clothe this lean mean exercising machine gunning corporeal essence christened Matthew Scott Harris revels more so within the medium of writing prevarication. Aspirations toward fame nor fortune less significant then the mere pleasure to concoct a visually savory appetizing epistle. Food for thought more so then 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 linkedin to this faux popinjay person, who tries to convey decency, humility, levity...qualities that wield zest. Connoisseur of ethnic cuisine More so a culinary pipe dream versus being an actual way of life, though savory sustenance certainly preferred than bland tasting comestibles. Said theme (and title of poem) seems apropos during Holiday Fancy Feasts despite the plethora of – in my opinion bewitching barenaked lady hunting advertisements - reputable male personalities suddenly accused of sexual harassment after substantial time. Yes granted so the unexpected name dropping felt like a bomb shell towards chaps, this baby boomer mwm would never suspect, point the finger, or accuse, especially one former Norwegian bachelor farmer from Lake Woebegone. Though anonymous and hardly a substantially (rather puny) sized married sexagenarian baby boomer, which dual disadvantages partly explains lack of ubiquity among claque of cooks, yet hoop full to get attention, especially after burning ghee at the Spring Valley Y.M.C.A. sparking flattery courtesy some well proportioned dame many popular rotund gourmands l'chaim tame their hungry beast – wah hood 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, I still revel in writing while on the hunt (during Red October) for a meme poetry and prose, and decided to introduce myself quite lame with NON GMO marginal uptick in any sudden fortune or fame, yet twould be pleasantly syrup prized principally if compounded interest from potential mistress didst exclaim desire to enjoy a repast, though said hypothetical gal need not be a high society 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, 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 taste indubitable choice without (any formal dress code), nor 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 a claim on 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 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 Lyft wafts trace steamy filament up braise our twitching 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 manager of the house ah, our luck to be situated in close proximity, where impossibility to stave 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 poetry soup compiled within me taste testing router. Next in line from smorgasbord 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, apple of my eye. Parmgians, pasta and poultry (albeit free ranging NON GMO and gluten free) dishes galore kept off 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 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 mouth watering delicacy. Ah...juiced enough wiggle room for one decadent byte, perchance small enough to roll around in the mouth, like a Chocolat Mousse, or a honey ball. Despite that ready to explode simply eyeing a food tray no longer in an ala mode vis a vis clamoring for consumption well aware by the morrow or sooner this bloated dirigible fulfilled human would dearly caloric wise pay.