It is a delicious bite held gently between the teeth, but no more than that. No bigger or smaller — only able to be felt between the first incisors, because it would become lost like a crumb between the molars. What a sadness that thought brings, because this crumb is divine in flavour. More, please! But one that is a full meal, or close to it. Nutrient density can only pack down so much, as poetry does, before it collapses in on itself into a mush of caloric slurry, as this threatens to be. Wonderful and tasty, but is it worth eating, small as it is, when I can barely find it on my plate? Nevertheless, it was tasty, though I did not find much beyond it. It will likely not stick in my mind, and what a shame that is, because it would have been sweet ans savoury, should it have been just a little longer, explored a single more thought, been a hair's breadth wider in the span of life. Suggestion: more! Give me the dish. This appetizer-to-an-appetizer has roiled my appetite into boiling.
-Styg
What is life if not the contrast between what has been and what will become?