Dinner is served. The preparatory chopping, measuring and 'eyeballing' has been done and the kitchen is down to only the low hum of the appliances, things are running smoothly. The dishes you chose to present have been plated and consumed, the once shuffling, clanging and wiping of plates and sawing of the knives and scratching of forks has subsided, recognition for a job well done is in order. Surprisingly, the kiddoes helped to clear the table this time. There were no send backs, no burns, re-fires, nothing was raw, no allergic reactions...feelings of jubilation from the pleased palates and faces mark the time and date, the menu. Cleanup is winding down, leftovers have been properly cooled and stored, midnight snacking may ensue. Foggy brain and food comas for some, a nice glass of red for others, some whisky. SHIFT DRINK! Chit Chatter continues about the day's occurrences, who wore something hideous, talks of the next game, the annoying office coworker and let's not forget that new line cook that can't pull their weight, new job openings for the establishment imminent. Alas, all's well that ends well. Nothing like a romantic stroll to burn a few calories and expedite the digestion process. Some will feel sand squishing between their toes, some the soft matte of the grass, others the cooling concrete, once scorching hot from the day's sun. The breeze of the ocean with its briny mist is welcome to the exposed skin of faces, legs and arms. Melodic Aromas of dinners still happening, cafes still teeming with patrons, and dinners of home cooks who arrived late, permeate the air, the show must go on. The smell of fresh flowers and cut grass, gas fumes and something not quite so pleasant may wander through the air as well. Satisfaction is abundant, everything from light reading, to a bar or night club, is in the near future for those at the finish line, sleep is also an option. All these things made possible because dinner has been served; in restaurants, bars, food trucks and home kitchens. You have given the people what they wanted. On the morrow, you will be ready to do it all over again; for the passion, for provisions or for the hell of it. Either way, it's time to appreciate, good job.