Kansas City, here I come...

When invited to dine at local chow den Kansas, I always feel joyous. I simply adore the insane exaggeration of the place, the wishful Americanization of willing Argentines who deceive their senses for a little while… In their belief that the surrounding poverty is not there, and they are beautiful and privileged, and well deserve the excess.

I am grateful to have been there a couple of times, but I have to say I can only endure that over-satiated hunger only once every two or three months!

As wise Jewish thinker Joseph Aaron well said: …”We should partake, but carefully, wisely. To turn away, to reject is insane, stupid, harmful. But to grab with both hands can be equally destructive”...
The verses that follow are my afterthoughts on last night. I very much recommend a soothing and digestive Lemon Ginger tea, for you to bear the plethora of food related sensations!

The image belongs to the Seven Deadly Sins collection by Jacques Callot

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Kansas. Meat. Gluttony.
An hour wait
Doesn’t seem too bad
To munch on those sweet bits
Of pork flesh.

I risk sounding barbaric,
For the veggie loving crowd,
But I can’t help to love
The atavistic decadence
Of shredding meat from bone.

Overindulgence…
Voluptuousness in times of need,
Echoes of Roman feasts,
Gorging in the delight
Of olden banquets.

Raucous laughter,
Pretentiousness and show,
Jarring exposure…
From those affluent and crass
Children of familiar fortune.

Pour old Tabasco abundantly,
Devour to the point of excess,
Intoxicate yourself with victuals…
And at the end you will need
To purge, to remedy or rest.

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