A Simple Dinner
By Anthea Butler
I used to hate Valentines day, until a dinner changed my mind.
After a particularly ugly split from another fool right before Valentines Day, a friend in grad school saw my distress, and invited me over for dinner. Our friendship was complicated. He made us a spectacularly simple dinner. I can still remember the tastes on my tongue. I fell in love. It was never consummated. Years later, I can still taste it. It was as if our feelings had merged into the food.
Whatever love is, I think you can taste it. With the right person, it is like touching the divine.