Jolly Saucy Crew

Yes, and having chawed on verdant vegetables, licked on fresh fruit, and put blackened, red and white flesh towards my mortal sustenance, there is little doubt that feasts are enjoyable. Sweethearts and adament believers, storytellers, breasts and thighs -- I exclaim: "You delicatessens! I have consumed your flavor with honor and respect!"

A strong supposition it is indeed to state what is bad ought not be feared or fretted over unnecessarily -- for of all the minutes spent in this living interlude, suspicion and rot fear consume majorities. . .when, the fact is, food poisoning has shaefed many of us only once or twice. So what jurisdiction ought anxiety have in the face of such miniscule odds?

Yet, otherwise, one might contrarily believe, with such abundance, that 3 meals a day are too few. However, gluttony is indeed mentioned as a sin, causing me to ask: Does the aroma of a sensuous woman, fantastically imagined, and mentally devoured, constitute a meal? Can the yellow-tail dipped in sweet sauce and suculently melted with tongue be as gourgingly received as, say, 10 angus burgers? Personally, I eat my full as often as I can; quality relates to quantity but not quantifiably so -- my figure is trim but my belly is full.

Let me say to the fine denizens, where flavor is concerned, I have tasted the best. As you continue to offer me fine morsels, I continue to worship that which makes my hunger so and that which fills my sastisfactory glow.

What's for dinner?