There are some foods I do not plate. Most foods, even the fast ones, like burgers and hushpuppies from Cook Out, or fried chicken baskets with biscuits and slaw from Bojangles, I do plate. Plating is part of enjoying food--looking at it, smelling it, anticipating the flavors and the fullness of my belly afterwards. But some foods are better out of paper cartons, better cold, better eaten over sinks or with one's body leaning into the refrigerator. To my knowledge, scientists and researches have yet to understand exactly why this is so, why is cold roasted chicken pulled off the bone with greasy fingers so perfect--so tasty, so comforting, such a pleasure. Breakfast of a cold slice of pizza and a steaming cup of black coffee is of such perfection that I sometimes don't bother eating pizza the night before, while it's still hot enough the cheese is melted. Chinese food though, particularly steamed dumplings and lo mein is my very favorite cold dish. To stand over the sink, tilting my head back, and drop one long noodle into my waiting mouth I consider one of the great treasures in life. It is a gluttony, an indulgence, which, every time, makes me distinctly happy to not only be alive, but to be alive in this time, in this space, in this dimension. I am thankful.