The Final Feast

 

I revel in the time spent combining flavours, colours and textures that I know excite you, just so that I can watch the pleasure on your face manifest. I lose myself in this world of aromatics and spice as the inventiveness takes hold.

 

I am inspired by the natural scents of sweet rose, fresh jasmine and vibrant orange blossom, mingled together with delectable notes of nutmeg, cinnamon and clove.

 

 

As I spend these hours before your arrival diligently perfecting my craft, I daydream about the evenings we have shared. The time spent preparing has become a sensual gratification for me, for there is nothing more I want than to please you.

And finally as the day leans toward night and the colour disappears from the sky, I hear you are home again. Our time apart has only reinforced my affection for you and I warmly welcome you in. The scents we are surrounded by wrap us in a cocoon of contentment as I take you by the hand and lead you to the table.