Surf and turf.
mmmmmmmmmmmmmm
The food lay before them, an extravagant dinner.
There was no hurry, and so no one rushed.
The falling evening gave way to a warm, cooling breeze.
Eating and talking, bit by bit, the meal began to vanish.
Until there was just one piece left- first, second, and third base.
It didn't work as he had hoped and the baseball field was all ingested by the chef himself.
Everything was perfectly delicious:
....Grilled tender and thoroughly marinated,
.....Warm and sweet and effortlessly broken,
.....Soft and easily torn into pieces,
.....Fresh and bare but lightly seasoned.
and a cold chocolate silk pie to end the occasion.
round and round she grows.
I cannot conceive a meal more relaxed or more enjoyable.
:) Hey, I can see the tiki torches. :)