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Some of us impulsively hate the Eucharist. Doubt Transubstantiation to the core. No angel, wine, bread, whatever, about to turn me over. Etc. Who doesn't know the Resistance? Then there is the 'sneak attack.' Take a ripe peach late in the season. That, in itself, a prompt for 'mealy skepticism.' Cut the peach, or a series of them, in half. Pull the pits, put a little brandy &/or lemon juice in the core. Then do a 'soft bake', 250 degrees. Give them, a half each, to the guests at the table. Pass a bowl, say a blue or green bowl, from guest to guest. Let there be homemade ginger ice cream slightly soft for easy serving. Take that not so large silver spoon and let each cover the top of each peach. Watch the cream melt down the sides. Take small spoon wedges and cradle each one up to the mouth and slowly into the mouth and on to the palette. Wow! A good Eucharist must be something like that. Not one thought, not one other thought, only ecstasy blasting through the skull, the entire body, absolute delight. Stephen Vincent http://stephenvincent.net/blog/