Warning! This was literally written just now, at 2AM, so obviously my writing is going to sound like I was either a) on LSD, or b) drunk. But as Ray Bradbury says, "You must stay drunk on writing so that reality cannot destroy you."

Here is my excerpt:

Immediately the rich, mouthwatering smells of the varieties of foods wafted into her nostrils and engulfed her senses. She inhaled. She felt better, now that she was distracted with food. Savory, flavorsome steaks were lined up on one plate, garnished with sprigs of parsley and dashed with pepper. On another plate were warm, crisp bread rolls, served with a dish of golden, mellow butter. An intricately engraved silver bowl held velvety tomato soup topped with cilantro. There was piping hot cranberry jam, sweet potatoes sprinkled with powdered cinnamon and aniseed, shepherd’s pie, mushrooms steaming in red wine sauce, roasted lamb, boiled green beans, Yorkshire pudding, and gravy! She didn’t know where to begin. Once she had taken a bite of a roll she had drenched in butter, she could not stop eating. Everything was maddeningly delicious. She sunk her teeth into the tender steaks and roasted lamb, not even bothering to thoroughly cut it. Now and then between foods, she popped a mushroom in her mouth, relishing the explosion of flavor. The Yorkshire pudding and gravy was luxuriously appetizing, the sweet potatoes decadent, and the green beans perfectly salted. It was a fine meal.