Carl's Jr. & Carrefour Chicken

So it was decided that the usual clique did our usual food consumption at Carl's Jr. Burgers, burgers and more burgers. What was interesting wasn't the options of food, or the availability of food, but was how food meant to us, in many ways, presented a special kind of love to us.

Carl's was usual, but every bite and every taste of the meat reminded us the friendship between the clique. Every sip of lemon tea commanded an enriching emotion of satisfaction. Oddly, such obsession with the meal could not only mean the filling up of stomachs, but the filling of our hearts. Each meal may not be remembered, but the taste we bring home, would very well equate to the time spent together.

Food followed, a couple of hours that followed Carl's. A brief double golden coins from each brought about a roasted chicken (and a bottle of mineral water), carefully purchased at Carrefour. Set ourselves down we did at one of the benches and there it was, the poor chicken being mutilated with snatches of what we termed as "beautiful and sexy meat" (briefly equates to drumsticks, thighs and wings of the chicken) and the condemnation of the chicken's breast (a rather large difference in aspects of the human's body, but anyway).

But there we were again, ripping apart what we deemed respectful, food. With every tear and every bite however, remained the juices of bonds, unseen, invisible, between us.

Some eat to live and many others live to eat. I would say:

Eat with life's stories, and live with the taste of joy.