Together, the meal arrived
accompanied by a carafe
coated with a dusty, bold cabernet.
I cross my legs,
pulling in closer to the table ~ expectantly.
Leaning over to pour a glass
my arm grazes over the truffle croquettes,
feeling warm steam on my skin;
I catch sight of droplets
condensing on my inner wrist.
My appetite turns direction,
a sudden pause
to grab one.
The delicate potato touches my plate,
I look over the white clothed table.
Our palates elaborate, tasting
poulet de Bresse soaked in buttermilk
with a hint of chamomile~ braised,
poached, then browned; topped
with tender roasted sunchokes.
A bone-in ribeye pairs nicely
in a red wine reduction, lined with
rich, fine marbling cooked into the steak.
A Savory side-dish of prepared vegetables
spooned out with piquant roasted chickpeas,
and balsamic beets~ all along to graze
on a Tuscan herbed dipping oil,
balanced bites of marinated cerignola olives, deliciously served warm
with a crusted kalamata bread.
A lovely moment in time, to hold onto.
The flavors I wish I could taste, forever.