Slice of life 2

It sits in front of me, perfectly cooked, crusted with bruleed sugar, practically gone, the mashed potatoes, perfectly balled, gravy plentifully spilling over them, just how I like it. The steak, with perfect rareness and tenderness that taste perfectly like burned sugar and delicious steak. Ten ounces if wonderful beef, all gone. a cup of mashed potatoes, all gone. All that is left on my plate, a sad withered mound of broccoli. Paradise, lost.