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Topic: GLUTTONY (overindulgence and overconsumption) (01/15/15)
- TITLE: My NOLA
By Melinda Melton
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The seductress whispers my name and I must follow. I need to follow. She offers a banquet fit for a king. Fine white linen napkins folded crisply, beautiful crystal goblets filled with the drink of choice and the finest of china. In the middle of the table is a basket of Pecan crusted bread that must have come straight from heaven. I generously butter a slice of the warm bread and savor the first bite. It is glorious. Quickly I finish that piece and take another and another. Before I know it the basket is empty but the bread only whetted my appetite.
The next dish is a beautiful salad of mixed greens, spinach leaves, sliced radishes, slivered almonds and strawberries topped with a honey vinaigrette. The greens make me feel a little better about eating a whole basket of bread. It is healthy afterall.
I am parched now and I pick up the crystal goblet and drink all the water and fill it again. The salad plate is taken away and placed before me is my favorite, Crawfish Etouffee. Oh the savory spices envelop me. The jazz music fills the air and everything seems to close in and it’s just me and this beautiful thick Cajun creation of hot spices, cayenne pepper, onion, green pepper and hints of garlic. It has loads of crawfish. Unable to wait any longer, I take the first tantalizing bite.
The bread basket has been refilled. How can I let it go to waste? I eat the whole plate of Crawfish Etouffee and the bread. My belly is bulging and my pants are tight but I can’t stop, I must have more.
The seductress whispers my name again and I’m drawn out to the street. My senses are overwhelmed with the lively music, the sidewalks filled with people from all walks of life. I stop in at an Irish pub and down a couple of Hurricanes. The sweetness of the juice filled rum glides down my throat. I order another and take it with me out on the street.
I am beckoned to follow the sights and sounds. Every street has something to offer. I overindulge my senses as I stroll through Canal Street. Bourbon Street is one big raucous party that begs for my attention. The food, drink and people are filling the deep hole I’ve been feeling for the longest time. This is just what I needed.
Making my way to Jackson Square, I am entertained by lone musicians, soulfully playing their Sax, a silver painted Mime silently tells a story, several Artists painting their finest pieces.
As I pass by the Cathedral I hear another voice calling me to come in. Slowly I walk over and just as I’m about to pull open the massive door, the seductress whispers to me again. Turning around I follow.
Turning a corner, I stop and take in the wonderful smell of coffee and before me is the French Market coffee stand, Cafe Du Monde. I order a cafe au lait and beignets. Savoring the rich donut with powdered sugar and coffee, I feel like I’ve finally silenced the cry of my hungry soul.
After the full day of exploring, eating and drinking to my hearts content, I make my way back to the hotel. As I pass the Cathedral, I hear my name called again but there is so much to see and do. I’ll come back some other time.
Back in my room, I collapse on the bed. My belly is full to bursting and my world feels complete.
The next morning awakes me with a pounding headache and a sick stomach. The empty feeling is back. My overindulgence the night before only temporarily numbed the pain of my soul.
But wait, there she is again. She’s whispering for me to come, eat, drink and fill myself with the pleasures of life. She’s calling me. My NOLA.
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