I like to eat my meals alone.
I’m not a hermit.
But I like to hear the sound of my molars working, gnawing away at the food, bite by bite.
Let’s take salads, for example.
I like to feel the complementary crunchiness of the lettuce against the rough matchstick carrots, raw pepita seeds and sunflower seeds.
I like to savor the taste of the meal. The simplicity.
I let the crunchy leafy greens, creamy salted cashews, lighted marinated, roasted and sliced kabocha squash, and sweet carrot
matchsticks do the talking.
No over saturated dressing.
Maybe a small dash of salt if I’m feeling sassy.
Mix all ingredients.
Enjoy the tranquility sitting at our wooden kitchen table. No TV. No laptops.
I hear the clocks ticking. One in our kitchen. One in our living room. They don’t sound in unison but rather like a pendulum. One and then the other.
I hear our fish tank gurgle once in a while.
I hear my molars moving to the rhythm of the food.
I feel a smile crept onto my lips after my first few bites.
This is bliss in its most simple form.