The best lunch in my life

Lunch is, of course, a shared table. Someone is already sitting behind him, someone is worn around, and someone else cottons with the latest preparations of salads. And here the mistress puts the table on the table and begins to pour hot fragrant soup in outstretched plates. What kind of revival reigns with this distribution, how many jokes, laughter. Someone approves out loud, someone silently, smoothly smacks. But it is completely obvious - everyone gets pleasure. From all the cooked meat or gently filtered fish. Or from the fact that the dinner meal takes place in a circle of loved ones, behind a common table, at home. And all the forces are fulfilled not only from deliciously made food, abundant and satisfying