Happy Food Dance

We all have one. You know, that dance that you’re suddenly dancing when you have taken the first bite of the juiciest, butteriest steak you’ve ever had in your life, that shimmy you find yourself making in your seat when you’ve just taken the last bite of a rich, creamy cheesecake, the writhing twist of delight and disbelief when you’re in the middle of a rack of ribs that you almost don’t want to eat the other half of because the first half was just that good.

That’s the happy food dance.

And I feel there is no better way to rate a good meal than with how long you do the happy food dance. How long did your happy food dance last?