Donny's Tasty Food Shimmy

When Donny takes a bite of good food, his eyes roll back, his breathing flutters and, if it’s really good, his knees will buckle and he will have to steady himself on the walls or furniture. Once he catches his breath the groaning ensues. This doesn’t happen with every bite, usually just the first few. It’s kind of amazing. His appreciation is so tangible that his girlfriend and I love to make extra food just so we can feed him when he shows up. The night that Donny was introduced to flan, his quiet little whimpers were almost indecent. I could speculate all day at the pleasure and happiness, and the various levels of nourishment he experiences with being fed so deliberately, or why he wasn't well fed before, but the why is not what I am here to examine, merely the dance of spontaneous Joy itself; whatever its cause or underlying influences to its expression.