tradition and... ah, pleasure. That luscious tomato sandwich, a seasonal delight to be experienced right now at the height of tomato season. Peaches and vanilla ice cream, with a light sprinkling of chopped fresh basil. Soon, when autumn arrives, a crisp, satisfying bite of an apple or the salty/thyme golden skin of a well-roasted chicken dissolving beneath your tongue. And at anytime, anywhere, anything baked up fresh and golden and straight from the oven.
Eating can be such a delicious pleasure, and so simple and immediate. But pleasure, like all things, is fleeting so all the more reason to truly experience it while it is in full-bloom, right there in your mouth. And if you love to eat, then you can anticipate being happy at least three times a day, every day of the week. Not a bad way to live this life.
Because they take place in the mundane world, it's sometimes hard to remember to notice pleasure and to give it the weight of attention, letting it register and take it's place. Even a stick of gum or a lemon drop or a cool glass of water when your thirsty are worthy of appreciation. What flavor or texture has woken you up? What pleasures are there here?
Pictured above: cheese plate from Cav Wine Bar in San Francisco. Green apple with honey, a delicious hard cheese (maybe Abbaye de Belloc?) with figs and currants, guava jelly, Lively Run Cayuga Blue with sweet-spiced walnuts, quince paste, Brillat Savarin with brandy soaked cherries. Total cost: $20 and worth every penny.