Food Love

My husband and I went on a date last night.  We’ve accumulated some gift cards for Ruth’s Chris Steak House and have deserved a night out for a long time.  I had never been to Ruth’s Chris but my husband assured me that I would definitely love it.  My first bite of filet was beautiful.  So tender, rich flavor, pure yum.  The second bite, when paired with a sip of shiraz produced a sensation in my mouth that felt like fireworks, tingles, and pure beauty, producing  an involuntary “MMMMMM, Oh my God”.  A mouth orgasm, if you will.  Sitting in the candle light across from this perfect, smiling man, eating and drinking in this place with him, made me feel so loved.   It made me realize that the beautiful dining experiences of my life have all been since I met Jeff.

Our first perfect meal was in Moab at The Center Cafe.   It was our first weekend together and we already knew that we loved each other.  We walked there in the rain.  I don’t remember what we ate but I do remember that the restaurant was warm, cozy and very intimately romantic.  Someone there was celebrating a birthday and shared their cake with the entire restaurant.  Plates and greetings were passed around and we felt like we were having cake with family, not a room full of strangers.   Sitting next to Jeff, having brilliant conversation, holding hands, and eating cake, I knew we were on to something great.

The first time we talked about marriage, very frank and serious talk about marriage, was over sushi at The Happy Sumo in Salt Lake City.  We sat there for hours drinking Japanese beer, eating sushi rolls and sashimi (my first time) and discussing the pseudo-hypothetical idea of second marriage.  When I hesitantly took my first bite of sashimi I was shocked at how good the ocean could taste.  We left there slightly tipsy and pretty assured that it would take something miraculous and great to entice either of us to marry again.  I don’t know about Jeff but I already knew that we were talking about us.

I must say, though, that the most loving dining experience we have had occured just recently.  We traveled to Salt Lake City without the kids to spend some time with friends and were surprised to death that Etienne flew in to see us.  He treated us to one of the most beautiful dining experiences of our lives.   The waiter was disappointed that we did not have time to stay three hours and linger passionately over our food.  We did stay long enough to have three bottles of wonderful wine and eat various tapas with our hands.  It was intimate and beautiful.  The waiter loved on us and we loved on our food and each other.   There was crying, laughter and connection that was fueled by the food we were eating and the place we were eating it in.   I don’t know if Etienne realizes how much we loved that experience with him or that we’ll treasure it forever.

It’s one of life’s perfect moments when people who love being together can convene over wonderful food.  The combination of atmosphere, company and food is magic and I’m so glad I’ve gotten to experience this part of life.

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