It is unbelievable how good bread and cheese can taste, washed down with some form of liquid amber, when you are on a terrace over a blue chasm, or sitting on a rock or a bench during a hike or a bike ride. 

I love such moments captured and committed to memory so we never forget the supremacy of simple pleasures.  If you eat cheese and drink wine, make yourself a picnic and find yourself a perfect spot. 

Other such magical moments of simple deliciousness include Zorba (of course), Keats, and Leigh Fermor encountering a shepherd who shares a feast in return for news, any news, even lies.   

Then we stepped out to a terrace hung out over the blue chasm, and ate black bread, and lumps of cheese, and drank our wine, like melted amber to look at, aromatic in the nostrils, sweet and heady to taste, hitting the head, like that other pumice-bedded wine, the wine of Lipari. 

Source: Louis Golding, Good-bye to Ithaca (London: Hutchinson, 1955), p. 116

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