Germans have a word for the feeling of being along in the woods.  Waldeinsamkeit.  Italians have a word for the ring left on a table by a cold glass. Culaccino.  I might have to make a word for being alone with a plate of well-seasoned chard that’s dotted with crispy, sweet seeds and a tang of sour cherries.  Blisschrunchitang.  What word doesn’t exist that you wish did?