I woke up this morning with dreams of an ideal eating day. One of the best culinary trips I ever took was to Maine. Perhaps because I am a sucker for seafood but it seemed like everything I ate there was sprinkled with fairy dust.
What I would eat today if I could eat anything at my leisure:
Breakfast
The drunken eggs from M. Henry
Lunch
I’d like a sandwich. The bread of this sandwich would be sour dough, freshly baked, heavy on the sour. It would still be warm and soft because it would have just been removed from the oven. Inside the sandwich would be a thin layer of tofu, slice about 2 cm thick, that has been fried and caramelized in balsamic vinegar and sprinkled heavily with salt and pepper. On top of that would be a layer of mozzarella that is so fresh the cow still remembers giving its milk, and melted just slightly because of the heat of the bread and the tofu. Topping that would be the most thinly sliced, perfectly in season tomatoes, and a layer of basil so thick it looks like spinach or lettuce. Sprinkle all of it with a balsamic reduction, and a small cup of the freshest extra virgin olive oil on the side to dip it in as I see fit.
Dinner
I want to start with oysters. Just three oysters. Perfectly prepared, with a small amount of tobacco sauce on them already. I want giant slices of lemon to squeeze onto them. I want the most delicate little silver fork to eat them with.
And then I’d like a lobster. A giant Maine lobster that had been swimming around in the tank an hour earlier. I want my roommate’s dad to prepare it, and I want to eat it with a plastic lobster bib and a giant saucer of drawn butter, sitting outside on a picnic table with my bare feet in the grass. I want sides of vinegar cole slaw and potato salad. I want this lobster’s meat to slide easily out of every part of the shell. I want someone to kiss after I suck out one of the lobster legs. I want the red of this lobster’s shell to sear my eyes compared to the blue green of the evening around me.
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After thinking about this for most of my train ride to work, I discovered in my mailbox my mailed copy of the food literary magazine to which I contributed an illustration. Today is going to be a good day.
I love food talk. I woke up this morning SUPER hungry and ended up eating some flax toast (even though flax will make me super ill) with peanut butter and raw honey and some greek yogurt with cherries.
Ideal food day if my stomach and travel was not really an issue:
Breakfast - It’s a toss-up here between Eggs Florentine with lox from tweet or the Paris Texas Platter from Kerbey Lane (French toast + Migas with queso)
Lunch - I’d like a lovely cheese/charcuterie plate with some wine pairings. Must include the pate from Big Jones.
Dinner - A giant pile of tex-mex, which must include a pitcher of frozen margaritas, a porch and 75 degrees with a breeze. Basically just take me to Polvos.
Other favorite things: Strawberry cupcakes from Crave (they’re like 500x better than sprinkles), Chocolate croissants, Mocha from metropolis coffee, Shipleys jalapeno sausage kolaches







