“There was something very specific and unforgettable about the way that you looked at me. Based on your face, I believe that as I walked toward you you saw something there. Seems like, in your mind, you saw a plate of aromatic pot roast, earthy and savory, topped with an unctuous, fragrant gravy. The kind of gravy that is clearly made from pot drippings. The kind of gravy where you can see little bit of onion in it. The type of gravy that makes you remember it the next time you see a chunk of beef. I believe that you saw carrots. I also think that you saw a decadent mound of mashed potatoes. Full cream mashed potatoes. Butter on those mashed potatoes. And a small well of that delectable gravy. I saw the look on your face and began to feel hungry. Literally hungry, not euphemistically hungry….”