the meal of a lifetime

So I bopped on over to writingprompts again and pulled:

Write about what you’d cook for an enemy.

I’d cook a meal fit for an emperor. Since evidently I’m feeding, not attempting to kill, him, I’d select dishes rich with subliminal symbolism.

• Appetizer: mussels steamed in a delicate white wine with razor-thin slices of fresh garlic and parsley.

Mussels are soft-bodied invertebrates inside hard shells. We are, in the first of our lives, soft tissues encased within a protective womb.

• Lemon sorbet to cleanse the palate.

Upon birth we enter into a bright yellow-white glare of a light and the sweet and sour of life.

• An antipasto of meats and sausages, olives, salted anchovies, cheeses and samplings of breads.

In adolescence, we’re putting meat on our bones.

• A small dish of chilled raspberries and blackberries in cream tinged with amaretto.

Passionate robust colors and earthy sweetness for first love.

• Seared steak, bloody rare, with horseradish sauce.

The blood strengthens through adulthood, the horseradish invigorates.

• Spinach souffle.

The green represents growth and stability of finances, the souffle their ups and downs.

• Warm creamy carrot soup, delicately curried, topped with a swirl of heavy cream.

A relaxant after the heartiness of steak and to aid the eyes in aging; white's the color of slowing bone.

• Sweet potato sticks, baked with a chili powder blend.

The sticks are aging bones, orange and chili red the colors of the sunset years.

• A glass of extraordinary aged cabernet.

Enjoy. Relax. You don't have much longer.

• Chocolate mousse torte, created with the finest, darkest bittersweet chocolate.

Darkness, the inevitable death of my enemy. The height of pleasure followed by a reminder it all one day ends. Had this been a movie prompt calling for his demise, herewith Tony Soprano would enter.