By: Tom Timmons
Photos: J.F. Mailhot
Eat. And then relax. That’s all he has in mind. He parks his car, gathers his things, and rushes inside. His house beckons. He can now move on to something else. Quickly, he gets rid of the tie and formal footwear. He takes a moment, kisses his loved ones and smiles. He knows he is the pillar of the home. Instinctively protective of his family, he leads a fulfilled life and cherishes beautiful, sleek objects and design.
"At the table, he cravingly grabs the wooden handle of his knife..."
He inhales the aroma of the meal underway. His senses charm all of his being, part euphoria, part ecstasy. Cocktail in hand, he listens to music. His soul warms.
At the table, he cravingly grabs the wooden handle of his Opinel knife. He lets it waltz on the flesh. His genes flourish anew, ingrained in his heredity, and he will react as the carnivorous epicurean he is. The stainless steel blade, specially designed, perfectly sharpened, slides effortlessly on the flesh with uncanny accuracy. He easily slices his meat, grilled and juicy to perfection. And then savours it.
A satisfied grin on his face, the flesh-loving man will soon be sated.
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