It’s Thursday night. It’s been a long week already, but you’ve made it this far.
Your eyes are crusty with fatigue. Your body has been crushed by the weight of work, and there is that persistent, nagging pain in your right shoulder blade area that won’t go away no matter how much you try to rub it out. Your brain has the mental acuity of a damp dishcloth. You sit, eyes glazed and mind leaden . . . and then you realize that the weekend is only one day away. One stinking day!
How best to prepare? A glass of wine, for certain. Let the nectar of the grape tantalize your tongue and tickle your fancy. And some cheese, to be sure. Hummus sounds good, too.
Gramma Webner, as a reflection of her Appalachian roots, would call it “piecing” — eating a few different, little things, nothing too formal or heavy. And let’s take it easy with how quickly we consume it, shall we? No need to bolt down that food. We’re not going anywhere.
That takes care of senses of sight, and smell, and taste, and touch — but what about hearing? Some island music, perhaps . . . say, The Banana Boat Song, and a mix of calypso and reggae and conga music. Day-o! Me say day-o!
Yes, that should do the trick.