We've had a picnic lunch in the Pyrenees. We've watched the clouds race up the mountains in the afternoon. We've relaxed and dipped our feet into the Leper's pool. What can possibly make this day more awesome??
An open table for 8? A goofy teenager who doesn't like his appetizer and offers this succulent piece of pig flesh to me? A huge, immensely flavorful salad that my wife offers to share with me? I am groaning in delight and nearly full and I haven't even been served!
My Cassoulet arrived and I am rendered speechless. It is so good and it is so big and I am so close to full. I pace myself. One bite and a break. Another bite and rest. I finish it but by then I am so stuffed and so food drunk that I question my own judgment.
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