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The Feast© 2000 by Casey AllenI have been invited to some wonderful dinners in my life. I enjoy eating, and my lifestyle has been to try different foods and spirits. I've eaten with the poor and the noble, and there was a buffey that I went to once that was incredible. The buffet had tables that were 40 feet long. Along one wall was all seafood. There were oysters served 6 different ways including raw. There was lobster tails, lobster salad, and lobster bisque. Salmon was smoked, broiled, poached and fried in abundance and there was all the usual side dishes that would accompany it such as dill sauce, capers, cream cheese, and bagels. Crab legs and peeled shrimp were mounded high at the center of the table. There were exotic fish dishes like Mahi-Mahi, frog's legs, escargots and crab cakes. Fried trout whitefish and perch, fresh caught, were on another end of that table. Finally, scallops, chowder, and more common fish dishes rounded off the seafood table. The next wall contained a table that boasted exotic dishes from international places. Japan was represented by a huge selection of tempura, teriyaki and sushi. Some of the more adventurous tried fu-gi, which could be poisonous if not eaten right. Some people simply made faces at the sushi, which was fine, as that just meant more for me! Russia was well represented with beluga caviar that sold for $250 an ounce. I chuckled in amusement that the same people who turned down the sushi made a big deal over eating such rich Beluga. A small Danish smorgasboard of tiny sandwiches and other morsels were there. An assortment of other European dishes were there. Dishes like pyrogies and cabbage rolls from poland, liverwurst, weinerschnitzel and sourbratton from Germany, authentic Italian and French dishes and a rack of lamb, stuffed olive leaves and taboule represented Mediterranean Europe. At another wall there was the adventure table. Live octipus, and fried alligator, started the table and as you moved along, it simply got wierder. Deep fried spiders from Cambodia, snake meat skewers, and fried pig intestines were proudly displayed as well. While I love food, I drew the line at that table. Not adventurous enough I guess. If that wasn't enough, if you stepped through the patio doors you were treated to chef's who stood behind a bar-b-que and if you couldn't get something there that you liked, you probably weren't hungry. Besides perfectly cut New York Striploins, there was tuna steak and chickens turning over a spit. Shish-ka-bobs and Roasting Corn on the Cob with all the butter you wanted. It smelled almost heavenly. Although that feast sounds miraculous it paled in comparison to the feast that I will remember most. It had no food, but it was the most satisfying, enjoyable and memorable experience of my life. I will always be grateful that I was invited to it. I always remember it with the most vivid memories. I can honestly say that it satisfied my hunger like no other feast ever has before or ever will again for this feast was her. She was who I had hungered for and only she could ever quench my thirst. She looked into my eyes as she took off her clothing. She layed down beside me and told me she was mine and she promised that I would never starve again. I looked at her perfect body and how it curved toward me. I listened to the strain of her voice and the words that came from such an intelligent woman. I smelled her body's perfume and it flared my nostils. Then I devoured her over and over and over again. Her sighs and mine mixed in the air and our sweat mingled on each other's bodies to form the holiest wine. She cried out several times in passion and need while I satisfied my hunger and drank deeply of the nectar that only she was capable of giving. When the sun rose, we awoke and had each other for breakfast. Soon after, she showered and stepped out the door. She never came back. I've seen her on the television a few times since, and when I do, I remember the feast that she gave me.
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