Food. Yes. It is one thing that we all partake of throughout our lives. It evokes a whole lot of good feelings and memories in most of us.
It is used to celebrate virtually every form of congregation known to man and as a former food business owner, it is a very profitable business, but also a slave master that requires so much work to produce a piece of delicacy that is consumed in a bite.
As though Linda is aware of my last night’s secrets of eating a little more helping from the buffet, with the prompt word ‘Food,’ I might as well confess and write the thoughts that I had when my eyes beheld the arrays of edible brilliance.
The Song Of My Taste Buds
The flowing fountain of chocolate
The decadent slices of creme brulee, creamy cakes and buttery cups of cream caramel
The offerings of fish dishes, pan-fried, battered, deep-fried baked or barbecued,
They all seemed, fluffy and delicious, asking for a taste.
Rice in such designs, from vegetable, to plain, to white, to curry, it’s all nice
The sauteed meats and the not so laughing cow
Giant shrimps and huge prawns with beady eyes,
The crabs claws looks set to give the fingers a pinch
The steam rising from the chaffing dishes,
Disseminating the flavourful aroma of dishes a plenty
Mashed potatoes to go with black pepper sauce
Artichokes, Mushrooms, Broccoli, Lettuce and so much more
Pot roast, meatloaf, clam chowders oh my
All the drool inducing platters
An orchestra to ravenous appetite
The soft music plays on as we rotate round the food circle
A bite, a sip of drink and laughter
The elation on the faces of the consumers, says it all
The conviviality in the air
Our senses all dancing to the beat of our stomach
And the siren call of the food platter.
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha