Have I told you lately that I love you? That’s the first thing I said to her. I’m amazed I could even speak. For the sight of her took my breath away. And yet we came from opposite sides of the tracks; animal tracks, that is. I was a cowboy trekking through cow chips. And she refined and all lady-like, regularly sashayed her way through goat berries. And yet, my love for her was instant and overwhelming. How to bridge the distance and mind the gap? I pondered my dilemma and heartache as I took a seat at The Heartline Café. In her honor, I started out with the goat cheese tart; roasted garlic, marinated mushrooms. Just like her, what’s not to like about this combo? For kicks, I had a bowl of roasted butternut squash, pear soup. With its hint of cinnamon, it was like Thanksgiving in a bowl, and boy was I grateful I ate it. Who would think to put squash and pear together? And yet the tastes were magical. In my penultimate eating move, I ordered the mesquite crusted lamb chop. It transported me to the many nights I’d sat staring into the campfire, wondering would I ever find love? It tasted like truth and life. Can one tender, juicy bite of meat do that, be all that? Yes, yes it can and yes it did. Sitting at the Heartline, I got my head on straight. And the truth was, my life was a hollow shell without her, a tumble weed on its way to nowhere. I gazed out at the sunny Sedona day, picked up my cell phone, cleared my throat and made a phone call to a certain goat farmer.
Love freely, eat slowly and ride a horse now and then,
The Down Home Taster