A Bite of Heaven

[Gita]

Twelve of us were seated at a table in a small cafe with deep red walls. Our food had arrived, exquisitely arranged and sauced For a single moment, all conversation stopped as forks lifted to mouths. Then came a sound in unison: something between a moan and a sigh. To laugh would have been irreverant.

Only art can silence a table of writers.

[Sandra Davies]

Well I certainly read this ... can only think I drifted off one one to such an extent that I forgot to post any sort of comment ... but of course it was while we were still in New Orleans and I didn't always have the opportunity to comment. You too have remembered that moment of food-rapt silence ...

[Oceana Setaysha]

I love that quiet moment when food arrives. You just know everyone is drowning in their silent food desire!

[Michael Solender]

Food as art, yes writers know this well..a picture perfect description of that heavenly moment.

[Brittany]

Loved this Gita. Mike you are too funny with that comment. And they make a spice rub by that name too. Slap Ya Mama comes in a few varieties :) Glad your palates were pleased along with everything else!

[Michael Brown]

Don't forget the cornbread, the last pieces of which I dipped in the confit. That was one exquisite meal. And the company made it more so.

[Lydia]

Lovely last line,beautiful.

[Jamie Hogan]

I'm with bc - wonderful last line. Jealous of all you folks and your magnificent weekend.

[Toby Tucker Hecht]

Okay...who spoke first????

[bolton carley]

love your last line. so concise and yet so picturesque. great 6!

[Jenny]

Loving these tid-bits from your weekend.