The four of us sat patiently around the table, taking turns, almost like spinning the wheel to see where it landed and who ended up with what fortunes. This time there was more of a tasteful meaning to the madness. We were not allowed to peek in the drawer to see what it was we were churning, however the aromas that filled the room informed us it had to be the strongest blend of the finest coffee beans we had ever discovered. We were inquisitive what roast it was and if we would be able to sample after we were finished grinding it into fine particles. The head cuisinier with his chubby little white-gloved hands gave us the nod to cease. He emptied the brown specks into a grand glass jar with secure lid. He passed out five mugs, spoons and dessert plates. Our anticipation grew stronger. The loud whistle blew from the kettle on the stove breaking the silence, making us even more eager to try this concoction. He flipped his tall chef hat to the right, grabbed the tray of delicate biscotti out of the oven and plunged at the head of the table. To what did we owe this special occassion? After we watched him make his glorious cup, we were allowed to make ours. Holding the white porcelain mugs up to our nostrils and inhaling before taking our first sips was a necessity. Desiree's favorite part was dipping her biscotti in, letting it soak until it was just about to fall in, then savoring both the flavors together in her mouth. The cuisinier looked strangely at Peter and Paul. The caffeine must have gotten to their heads because they were both guzzling their second cups, on their third biscottis and managing to fit in quite the jibberish conversation. None of us could keep up with them, nor wanted to. The italian music playing in the background took precedence at that very moment and I burst out singing "Ava Maria". Desiree chimed in the next line, which was quite a surprise because she barely ever spoke out loud. The cuisinier began taking off his apron, hat, white gloves & chef shoes. He mumbled something in Italian, making us paranoid as to what was truly in that secret drawer.
~Written by Jennifer Alfia
"Composition II", original acrylic measuring 30" X48". Price: $485.00. For more information on purchasing this painting, please contact me at dimarzos@aol.com.
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