Hello everyone,
Yesterday I was eating a nectarine, my all time favorite food, and got to thinking—which is always dangerous. I’d love to be able to write a passage where I described a nectarine so well that the readers could see it, feel it, smell it, taste it, hear themselves bite into it…
So are you up to the challenge? Can you write a passage about your favorite food in a way that readers could swear they had just tasted a delicious bite?
I’m not promising, but I’ll try.
Feel free to talk about your favorite food, why it’s your favorite and all.
Much Joy, Peace, and Love
Deatri
Monday, July 25, 2005
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Peeling back the folds, the smell wafted to my nostrils making my senses tingle from the delectable sweet aroma. My mouth immediately waters as the prospect of having this all to myself; all in my mouth. I’m almost so eager to taste it, I don’t care that I’m suppose to uncover it to get to the center. As I splay it before my eyes, I’m almost tearful with happiness at the thought of having it in my mouth. Placing the tip on my tongue, I treasure the thick syrupy taste that is distinct only to this ripe delicious piece. Umm…I think as I enclose my lips around it ready to nibble it until there is nothing there. So enticed to just shove it to the back of my throat and swallow it whole, but I want to savor it, treasure this moment because the first taste is always the best.
As I gobble it down, I’m overcome with joy, I’m not hungry but I want it so much. It’s filling and scrumptious at the same time. No other can ever replace it.
I just love bananas.
http://SylviaHubbard.com
He he he. I liked that one Sylvia. Mess around and have folks fantasizin' and stuff. LOL.
Deatri
The creamy texture was somewhat bittersweet as it formed itself around her tongue. She sighed allowing the coolness to fill her mouth and the aftertaste to linger as she swallowed. Oh no! It was almost gone already! She lifted the cerulean blue handle of the spoon and placed another bite into her mouth. Ahhhh…. She tasted something red now. Something chunky and sweet and slightly colder… She bit down, a strawberry explosion dancing along her taste buds. This, along with the creamy bliss, was her one hundred calorie or less treat: Her morning yogurt.
Another good one. Now I see why people often use food in writing for sensuality.
Peace
Deatri
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