There is something to be said about desiring
the repetitive experience. In particular, the time-honored
experience (such as the meal) has served as a means to build
relationships, to share tradition: a state of satiety, a
foundation for future generations to extol. However, (re)creating
the experience, in this case the meal, requires and results
in an understanding of what has been tried and the truths
involved in preparation. Replete with a myriad of distractions
as well as many extraneous variables, how one controls the
epicure (in one's self) to achieve this tried-truth
is also crucial.
From experience, I have learned the making
of a tried-truth meal that most adults, living in
the western hemisphere, have consumed (and may have even
prepared, at some point in time, themselves). The foodstuffs
itemized are readily accessible. These kitchen-place
ingredients have given rise to much research and debate
over the consequences derived from eating this meal.
Beyond just a mere culinary musing from
which to take pause, this tried-truth is a matter
of the heart, a Cardiac's Dilemma, driving a few
fine diners to stop along the road of life, forked.
Goad findings do
Gladiate the play
In the realm
Of set time.
Ignorance in the
Blissful in one's heaven--
Naïve notes of the
Desire in the heart
For freedom on this earth--
The pulse to be present.
Aggression in the belly,
Soul steaming the underworld--
Hunger tensing the future.
Breakfast in Bed-n-Breakfast
What necessity is intimacy--
A place to get away
While staying put:
The amount of rest wrought by
As colloquial chimes whistle in the wind,
Bah-bahs rooster the start of the day.
Finally awakened by a knock on the door,
The rest stopped
As a tray of continental cuisine is
Placed upon the quilted down.
From a short-tempered week,
A long 'end begins with
Breakfast in bed-n-breakfast.