Golden and juicy

Love

When he saw it, he froze.

A beautiful morsel of food, shaped in the most convenient way, so that he could hold the bottom like a handle, to enable him to bite through the crispy skin into the juicy tender flesh. The skin was a golden brown, delicately draping over its curves in a tantalizing fashion, and the bone handle gleamed with grease and fat, like icicles on a cold mountain cave. It was carefully sprinkled with rare looking and expensive spices, showing the high status it possessed.

It was as if he had previously lived his life through a sheet of glass, and now was experiencing the world properly for the first time. He understood now: there was so much more to existence; there was it. 

This is the beginning of Ronald Weasley and a Chicken Drumstick's tale of love and woe.