Ode to an empty Circle - May 13, 2001 To move quickly from a dull yellow, falling into a liquid bath of hotness, flopped over even before the side is golden. The sizzle and hiss of a white glaze that coats crisp gold flesh remaining firm to the touch. Each bite melts away even as we struggle to identify the taste. A feast of tasty bits dances before our eyes as the myriad of selections overwhelm us.