A beautiful meal a good friend made for me. |
“Warm Heart” The table all laid, not omitting a thing, The menu rolled up, placed tied with a red ring. Beautiful aromas are staining the air. My coat is removed, before then taking a chair. Bright fleshy oranges, citric bite yet sweet. Fennel and spices with intricacy meet. Lively, interesting, tasteful infusion, Expertly presented, not an illusion. Delicate crunch with rich Caviar on top, Exquisitely tasting, not wanting to stop. Followed by risotto, with creamy pink hue, Centered with a strawberry to give you a clue. Honey caramelized, elegantly on pork dices, Laid on a velvety squash bed, entices. Roughly chopped mozzarella, finishes this dish, A bigger stomach, being the only wish. It says on the menu that next is “warm Heart” I wish I’d not eaten, so much at the start, For this is dessert, now, I won’t get to see, But I’ve eaten a meal, made so lovingly. |