When I have my own place,
I will invite my friends. One group at a time.
(Yes, I am blessed with so many friends from many different circles)
I will serve them iced tea in a clear pitcher
Fragrant from the lemon slices
As they chat over the iced tea,
I will be busy preparing appetizer. Cutting, assembling, presenting.
As they munch on the appetizer, I move forward to start cooking main course. Stirring, checking, flipping, shaking.
And I will serve them a garden in a big wooden bowl, fresh and crunchy.
And I will fill their plate with creamyness, juicyness, and umami.
((Refilling the iced tea))
As we chat about life, love, work, career, family, philosophy,
I will be scooping and plating
Smooth, rich, decadent.
Good time with good friends. I can taste it. I can feel it. I can smell the flowers in the vase I put on top of the fridge. I can feel the heat radiate from a good friend. I can feel the tingling; I want to laugh at the yet unknown joke at the time.
Ah, life. I can't wait to embrace you.
