It’s the feeling you get when you traverse through a field of golden wheat ready for harvest.
It’s the sound you make when given the opportunity to bathe in hot fudge frosting.
It’s the taste on your tongue after biting into a fresh-from-the-oven oatmeal cookie.
It’s the scent of that same cookie you bit into moments before, five minutes before it was removed from the oven.
It’s the look on your rival classmate’s face at lunch, when he realizes his sad, stale, ordinary oatmeal cookies don’t measure up to what’s in what your lunchbox—————–Luxury.
—-from an ad in Microculinary, Bourbon & Shoeleather Magazine, Fall Issue, Sept 1988