Smellicious

One of the little pleasures I get is smelling food.  My daughters know now that when they are sitting down to eat, that it is good practice to put a forkful of their meal under my nose for just a sec so that I can inhale the wonderful aroma of food.  It doesn't tempt me, just makes me happy.  If they don't do this, I'll just stick my face in their plate, so they have adjusted.  I have trained them well.  I've come a long way from the time that I put my nose in my daughter's face as she ate her meal... 'Seriously, are you doing this right now?', she snarked.

Today I hit a new low - or high as it were.  My mom brought over these little Italian pizzas from a bakery, and I sat for so long with my face in the bag that someone snapped a picture...

I know it's not flattering, I know I have no makeup on, and I look kinda crappy, but it's a moment worth commemorating.

Here is a Love Poem to pizzettes that I found on the internet, by apologies to Konstantin Simonov..

Wait for me, (Dear Pizzettes) and I'll return Only wait very hard Wait when you are filled with (yummy) sorrow... Wait in the sweltering heat Wait when the others have stopped waiting, Forgetting their yesterdays. Wait even when from afar no letters come to you Wait even when others are tired of waiting... And when friends sit around the fire (eating), Drinking (margaritas) to my memory, Wait, (dear pizzettes, wait) and do not hurry to drink to my memory too. Wait. For I'll return,defying every death. And let those who do not wait say that  I was lucky thin. They will never understand that  in the midst of death Optifast You with you waiting saved me. Only you and I know how I survived, (dear pizzettes). It's because you waited, as no one else did.