It's 7:30pm at night.
The kitchen is filled with the heat of the oven and the smell of food that I love.
I have a tray. On that tray is a plate. On that plate is two chicken enchiladas, seven well-done hash browns, a big helping of cheesy pasta, & mixed vegetables (peas, carrots, corn).
Also on the tray is a small sauce dish filled with tomato sauce (ketchup for Americans).
I take the tray into the lounge-room, sit in my chair, place a pillow on my lap, and place the tray on the pillow.
I take up my knife & fork, saw off a chunk of enchilada, stuff it in my mouth, pick up a hash brown, smother it in tomato sauce, bit off a third of it, shove a big forkful of cheesy pasta in there as well, and a forkful of mixed vegetables for good measure.
Then I begin to chew.
That is my perfect moment.
Edit: I feel that description of food made me sound fat. I'm actually obscenely skinny. Just sayin'.