Published in Women Who Eat
“A young Woman and a young man sit side by side on the edge of a rocky cliff. The sun has begun its descent, slipping behind distant mountain peaks, coloring the sky with ribbons of pink, purple and gold. The woman cups the man’s face in her hands, drawing him close. She takes her fingers and places something soft and creamy on his tongue. This eyes widen, but, before he can speak, the young woman presses her fingers against his lips.
“Its’ Montrachet – a goat cheese from France,” she says.