Today I ate a meal by myself at this quaint Cuban restaurant and I intentionally cut off all devices. Didn’t look at my phone, a laptop, or listen to music. I ordered arroz con pollo with black beans and platanos plus hot bread and butter.
It must have been forever since I did this because I suddenly remembered what food tasted like. The texture, the aroma, the satisfaction of finding a new piece of chicken under the rice, rationing out your sides with the main portions, that slight reset button when you drink ice water. I forgot how fun it was to just eat.