assignment 6B

She bites into the warm fresh goodness with one slow, messy movement. Tomatoes consume the flavor of the first bite; juicy and ripe, the taste of the air at five in the morning in June. She chews that first bite fourteen times; each chew squeezing the small water filled sacs of the tomato pieces, rupturing in a stream of warm sweet liquid. The second bite contains fresh, long, chopped basil leaves; she chews the tougher, spicy, leaves and tastes the greenness of a California mountaintop after a long and warm rainstorm. The green flavor of earth and the taste of health rejuvenates her mouth and reminds her of her youth. She stumbles upon garlic in the third bite; the rich spiciness strongly overcomes the other flavors. A bath of melted buffalo mozzarella, envelopes the three pungent flavors. Each chunk of mozzarella offers a milky break for the palette. The crust tastes moist, like oil, and gives the flavor of smokiness. The smoky flavor tastes like the black side of an old brick oven, lifeless and cold. In one swift motion, she places the last bit of crust in her mouth and chews. The final bite gives satisfaction and finality. She wipes her mouth with her white cotton napkin and sips her cold, hollow, tasteless water. She leaves the table and grabs a spearmint candy. A cool mountainous sensation of Christmas shocks her tongue. A rush of sweetness takes over all other previous flavors. She walks away from the restaurant.