Sometimes you hear a phrase that makes you stop and think. It's a phrase that reaches a place within you that resonates.
Sitting at one of my favorite coffee shops, two women were sitting on dark chocolate leather chairs. Friends for a lifetime.
" I like my food to touch, said the women in the soft mint fleece jacket."
"That's what New Englanders like. Comfort food."
The female museum director sitting next to her agreed.
"Yea, I know what you mean."
"It's an expression my Marmie always used. Food has to touch. Make you feel all warm inside."
New to the area my interest perked. It must be the cold weather. Maybe they're all bears here. Filling up for a long winter before they hibernate. That is the non-active ones.
I like it all to touch. Not just the food. Thoughts, idea, a closeness more dear than words can ever express. That is what my friends and family mean to me. It's not just touching minds, it's touching hearts.
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