Last night I was in charge of throwing it on the grill, although it was not the grill but the oven; roasted chicken with potatoes, carrots and a side of green beans. Delicious. I was happy to prepare it and the family was grateful. As I peeled and cooked away, however, I recalled the delicious meals I savored in Italy, and why I cherished eating out. I would sit for a long time being in the moment, sometimes writing in my journal, sometimes reading on my Kindle, always appreciating the preparation, always taking the time to eat and be grateful.