The best meal I ever had is one I can’t remember. We drove to a place where the food was legendary, called the Fourth Story Restaurant, in a classy part of town. But I don’t have a recollection of what was on the menu. I know it was candlelit and we had a cozy table. I know there was a waitress and a glass of red wine.
We chatted, but really we were dancing an ancient ritual. Helping each other to go on and reach the point of celebration. I know we ate a fine dinner, of something that tasted good. And I know I was waiting in anticipation of the moment when my life would change forever.
When that moment came, ahhh that part is crystal clear! He gently got up from his chair and then there he was, knelt down on one knee. “Will you marry me?” he asked. And I said, “Yes!”
I had a beautiful ring and a smiling fiance and I myself was ecstatic with what love brought. Little did I know that the moment of his question and the joy that I felt returns to me each day so many years later. Just as it was then and yet more.
That was certainly the best meal I ever had, the one I can’t remember.
(Daily Prompt: Describe the most satisfying meal you’ve ever eaten in glorious detail.)