The bag of vegetables magically appeared on our front porch along with beer. I looked around for angels and wisemen. Then I turned to my wife, saying, “Ray, is this heaven?” She looked at me flatly. “Who’s Ray?” You have to worry about this woman. So, we brought the vegetables inside and commenced admiring the produce. Admiring beautiful things is every bit as euphoric as experiencing them. We held the heirloom tomatoes in our hands, and just appreciated the mere weight of them.