As a regular gourmand, there is a sort of distaste if I can only offer alliaceous breath as I consume, and not shed the tears of acrimony at the effort of cutting onions. My bailiwick, I keep my eyes peeled. The skill serves me heaps, as the learning feeds an avid hunger. With a sated appetite, moments melt into days rich with privilege to behold marvels, many in plain sight. Good for a glutton, analog photography assuages an ache to savour moments again, keeping fresh memories like a feast for fond hearts.
