Baked Alaska

The wine, bread, and cheese, introductions, conversations, stories of travels came spiced with libations.
The salad was tasty with laughter for dressing. The clinking of silverware echoed a blessing.
While savory sides met up with the meat, our lingering sighs said we were replete.
Sated and satisfied, can’t take one more bite, we looked at each other and called it a night.
And that was the moment she came through the door with warm Baked Alaska, and so we ate more.