Succulent, meaty, ribs falling off the bone and drenched in a velvety, thick, sauce.
“Check please.”

Tender chunks of lobster tail bathed in sweet, drawn, butter.
“Thank you. That will be all.

Heavy, cream-coated, strands of fettuccine accompanied by fresh peas, Speck, and shaved Parmesan.
“I wish I could stay but I can’t.”

Filet. Rare. A veil of Roquefort and sautéed wild mushrooms in a Sauternes reduction.
“It's just not the right time.”

Perfectly seasoned carne asada with a creamy roasted poblano sauce, queso fresco and the cool, half-mooned, sultry innards of a Hass avocado.
“I'll call you tomorrow”

A decadent Kobe burger blanketed in cheeses, caramelized onions, crisp bacon, and a cap of unctuous foie grois.
“But thank you for everything.”

Peanut butter and jelly on white bread.
And you would have me forever.

You say God first !
I say Food first !
You say Pray !
I say Eat !

Initiate me ! Baptize me on your altar with my Sunday best.

Anoint me with my agape feast :

Five loaves of banana bread, a few smoked fish,

Lamb shanks, white hosts, yellow wheat and purple grapes or pomagranates.

Chalices of holy coconut water and sugar cane juice with lime and ice cubes

And braised manna and quail, and pelican and peacock !

And I'll be blessed !

Before my first communion let me have my first confession :

"I'm a greedy man, Lord Have mercy, I'm a greedy man

And I only go to church when they have food."

For first communion give me okra and ***** and conch and dasheen leaves. I want callaloo and nothing else.

Let it simmer, spice it, my mouth will be wide open

And i'll close my eyes when my first chunk of eucharistic purée starts to melt on my tongue.

And don't forget scottish bonnet for the creole flavor.

And I'll be blessed !

I'll wear white gloves and white dress and even a veil
For solemn communion as we start to dance
At Easter Vigil all three sacraments
Baptism, communion and confirmation
At the same time
Breakfast Lunch Dinner !

I want my Sauternes consecrated and don't feed me with baby bottle, will you !

I rather suckle it as baby from the tip of your finger

Let's celebrate, my goddess. Let's worship !

Today I'm seven again.

I've just reached the Age of Reason.

And I'm heading towards the Age of Discretion