There are a lot of talented writers out there, but none more appreciated (by me) than those who can capture the essence of food. I thought this would be a great place to post snippets of writing that have sung to your foodie soul. Here are a few from one of my favorite writers named Karen (with her permission)

That moment of tangy violence when the smell of sharp-vinegared murderous black-peppercorned scent rises from the slivered sopressata.

Anise-scented Italian cookies of semolina flour stacked in neat wax-papered brightened piles waiting their fates. The aromas of curry, garlic, tomato sauces sailing out from windows and doors. Chicken shwarma being cut with a pirate's knife as tenderly as a falling cloud. Persian lemonade dropping its hints of orange-flower water and mint and the hiss of midnight black coffee in cups as big as your thumb. Leisure, on a Saturday, looks and smells like this.

It's the aroma of wood-fire, outside, at twilight, in a place where the moon is high and where small animals rustle from outside the circle of golden-red glaze defined by the fire. They are drawn to this curious sight and smell even though they know at some point in time they too might be a part of it somehow, tiny and unprotected as they are apart from teeth and claws and speed of flight. The ham hock is a good one - it reeks of flame and smoke and unknown mysteries from faraway as the surface of the water-now-broth trembles lightly above it. What *will* this split pea soup taste of, I wonder.
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razbry on October 16th, 2013, 1:55 pm, edited 2 times in total.