Mi homenaje a España
el pan,
el huevo,
las sardinas,
y claro,
el vino tinto
el bodegón español
I miss the table where we sat nourishing ourselves with the simple things in life. Bread for sustenance. Eggs and sardines for protein. Red wine for soothing our severed selves. La mesa, the table, the place of reunion, conversation, rambunctiousness, toasting, cajoling, dealing, breathing, and of course, drinking and eating. Bring another one and we'll sit here for hours content as can be. People come and go and we sit here becoming one with this gastronomical abode. The hours pass, our eyes get heavy, our bellies full, our speech slurred. SALUD.
Ole, we're coming to sit at la mesa and wine and dine and converse. SALUD!
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