Georgia’s view of food reflects an energy where
shape and size and colours merge as gourmand
rules – she’ll play at chance impressions for the
devil’s fool if fed on frozen corn and peas, even
in her eyes this hand to mouth eclipses food of
godly origins; thickly buttered bread afoot shall
win applause while chipolatas cause as frenzied
gratitude of temperament as ever seen within a
nearly three reflective denizen of purist epicure;
she’s hardly ever pressed for words describing
what she tries and likes, her judgements never
rule out anything as pooh or yike and will retry
most anything supplied without constraint – it
is a worthy feint for table manners waived
© 23 November 2012, I. D. Carswell
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