Eating for Bliss By Shakaya Leone


Throwing a


Sexy Dinner Party Everytime like


it’s the First Time


You hang paper star lanterns that blow in the gentle breeze of the late afternoon. They hang low over the tables you craft- ed from old doors, covered in vintage fabric and strewn with hand-rolled beeswax candles that will soon be lit.


On each plate there is a tiny scroll of paper, an individual blessing for each guest. The orchard is to the left and the fire pit to the right. The wood is stacked like a temple to be in flames for post dinner dancing.


August/September 2012


You play music from the Islands as you roll greens around thin slices of reds and oranges, a squeeze of lemon, a sprinkle of dried herbs from the garden. You stay barefoot because you like to touch the ground when you prepare food. Your hair is tossed up on top of your head messy and sexy and you smell some- where between your lavender lemonade and the jasmine flowers your rubbed against your glowing bare skin after your bath.


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