Mine is when i taste that first bite of succulent meat from right there where it's falling away from the bone after a good long smoker cooking--- that taste/texture to which i nearly always respond with a burst of energy that manifests itself in a burst of "Fargo Strut*" or hillbilly/irish jumping and jigging, despite the concerned expressions my dogs offer.
I sometimes get it otherwise with a stew or chili or somesuch complex product (not limited to food really) when it comes together beautifully.
I was almost put into this frame of being (if only mentally) by reading john's retelling of the meat as they found it in the Pit Cooking thread. (post 8) http://www.velocipedesalon.com/forum...ing-28089.html
what's yours?
*funny if anybody remembers what that was...goes to the 70's. hint: nothing to do with ND. actually was a "victory dance" of a pro-"wrestler" known as Jackie Fargo.
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