The last bite, it is always my favorite. Give me a huge bar of chocolate, and you bet I will have a piece. But if you gobble the whole chocolate bar and give me the last piece, I will treasure it. I will love it. I will praise you for life. Charlie knows this. A few evenings ago we were having lunch at a little steak house just down the street. I ordered an ostrich fillet (delicious). Charlie ordered a hamburger, fries and a vanilla milkshake. Oh my. That milkshake was not any run of the mill sloppy wet milkshake. It was a double thick vanilla milkshake. The kind of milkshake you have to eat with a spoon. It was love in a retro tumbler. It was liquid heaven. I had a few sips (bites really) and we enjoyed our meal. Then Charlie looked up at me and said, 'would you like the last bit?'. Would I? Yum, yes please. It is the last bite that I love. The last little bits. D.E.L.I.C.I.O.U.S.


Unfortunately on my way to lunch I was thinking with my tummy and I left my camera at home. Luckily I did find this image, which approximates the lovely shake that Charlie ordered. I borrowed it from mackenziephoto on flickr.