September something, 2016. This is just a short little piece I wrote for some assignment in my freshman English class. I have no idea what the prompt was, but some of my friends read it and they thought it was funny. On second thought, maybe the prompt was to write about our favorite meal. That makes sense now that I look at the title. Yeah, I think that was it.
The frigid rain beat against my skin on the dark February evening with a cold, crisp sensation like chilled needles. A sense of internal warmth rushed through my body as I reached refuge within the doors of the inviting Olive Garden restaurant. The question of what to eat was cut short for I knew what I desired before my right foot entered the establishment.
The wait to quench my hunger was more than bearable due to the supply of bread sticks which delightfully entertained my taste buds until the entrée arrived. Like a dog’s excitement when its master returns home, so also was mine when my dish was seen fast approaching. As the plate grew closer, my excitement and joy grew the same. As the waitress elegantly placed the meal on the white table cloth, I could smell the familiar, warm, and comforting aroma of creamy alfredo sauce. I admired this beautiful masterpiece as if I were an artist admiring my greatest work.
As I pierced the chicken and noodle and raised it to my mouth, I witnessed the cheese concoction alter its state from a creamy sauce to a type of string. The pretty strings of cheese would smoothly break and descend back down to the China-made plate like an angel’s hair. My joy and happiness reached its peak with the first bite of sauce-covered chicken.
Like working twelve hours a day laying railroad track and eight hours in the coal mines then finally home to plunge into your soaking, hot bubble bath your wife prepared is the only acceptable way to describe the miraculous feeling of that first bite.
When the pasta, chicken, and sauce found its resting place at the bottom of my stomach, I was immediately struck with a vigorous feeling of renewal and diabetes. I left the restaurant with a feeling of happiness that could not be measured.
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