Did that really just happen?

Lately, I've eaten at some pretty fine enough establishments and have dined sufficiently. However, nothing has moved me to write any reviews...nothing has blown my skirt up so to speak. 

Well, none of what was prepared outside of my home nor the home of friends/loved ones. For over a week we have dined like Kings and Queens and it has been some tear-jerker experiences shared between us. It's been just that good. 

The other night after killing a (several) bottle(s) of Red wine, I told my friend I was hungry as the acidity of the wine felt as if, it were eating a hole through the lining of my stomach. It must have been 1:00am at least. She perked right up and began to rock and rattle some pots in the kitchen while I eagerly and frantically watched her, methodically and almost child-like.

Smoked Tuna, Black Beans, Homemade Sauerkraut, Cashew Cheese, Indoor Herb Garden Chives, Fresh Mozzarella & Corn Tortillas baked to an absolute divine mass of #foodgasm

I, watched her move and sway through the kitchen with a familiarity; it was her sanctuary and second nature; she was so happy and I was incredibly aroused by her know-how and the fumes that were being released from the heat of the oven. She enjoyed my enthusiasm, as it heightened her animated, yet graceful movements...she performed for me and I drank her in while she mesmerized me. 

Equally, we share an enthusiasm for food...we allow it to do as it's supposed to. As, I was on the precipice of bursting from both hunger and anticipation (in every since of the word), with the precision of her Chef's knife, she presented me with the fucking, best nachos I've ever had the pleasure of filling my mouth with. She, definitely made my #foodporn list and I will be back for seconds. ;-)