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After sunset menu

Posted on June 17, 2015 By adcitlali
            

MENU

Nibbles

Quick glance fondue A dash of passion fruit Focused glimpses with a though

First Course

Burgundy wine infused eye contact Doubts bisquet with blush and croutons Casual approach with uncertain excitement

Entree

Crispy smiles with mixed spices Slow danced questions sprinkled with answers Sauteed moonlight over witty comments and a laugh

Dessert

Shy kiss treat Chocolate covered ocean sounds Electricity rich hug and playful hand touch

Digestive

Happy times tequila shot or Mad Hatter's tea party for two


_____Adriana Citlali
XVIII-VI-MMXV



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Comments (9)

  1. Sanaa Rizvi says:
    June 17, 2015 at 11:47 pm

    This is one delicious… appealing.. in short, a perfect menu! 😀
    Bravo!

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  2. Ginni Deville says:
    June 18, 2015 at 12:01 am

    Oooh nice dinner party 🙂

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  3. X says:
    June 18, 2015 at 12:01 am

    Ha. Sounds like a fun night to me.
    Particularly the entree, a delicate intimacy sharing that time under the moonlight
    and a mix wit.

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  4. Grace says:
    June 18, 2015 at 12:34 am

    I specially like: Sauteed moonlight over witty comments and a laugh

    Very delicious and I am not talking about the food, smiles ~

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  5. katiemiafrederick says:
    June 18, 2015 at 3:16 am

    Ah.. small town dreams of suit and tie…
    drives to bigger towns with fancy pant
    meals.. 4 or 5 plates more with forks
    and spoons.. than Village Parkway…
    A prom perhaps.. a sparkling light
    experience.. shining on spoons
    and moons of eyes.. in
    lovely young
    love.. first
    captured
    bright..
    what
    food..
    what
    food..
    i never noticed..
    the food at all..:)

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  6. Mary says:
    June 18, 2015 at 3:19 am

    You have presented us with the whole banquet….but, ha, it seems the food is secondary here. Smiles.

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  7. MarinaSofia says:
    June 18, 2015 at 4:41 am

    Love the intimate, enticing atmosphere you create here. It’s all about nourishing the soul here, as well as the body!

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  8. Björn Rudberg (brudberg) says:
    June 18, 2015 at 4:52 am

    Oh I especially like the way you have left the options open for the digestive afterwards.. I almost feel that there will be optional breakfast after such enchanting menu.

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  9. billgncs says:
    June 18, 2015 at 5:42 am

    very nice, I can almost see the candlelight 🙂

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