I was daydreaming about baked potatoes yesterday. I had one, along with a huge sirloin steak and some broccoli last night for dinner. I think I put about 3 giant pats of butter and a massive spoonfull of sour cream on my potato. Later that night I had more steak that I sliced thin and put on two pieces of wheat bread with mustard. After that I had two Miller Lites and a few handfuls of tortilla chips and a Caramel Sundae from McDonalds that was in the freezer.
So today I'm not thinking of any food after that gorgefest. All I want is my stomach pumped.
Salt-grilled St. Peter's fish (John Dory) on the terrace at פונדק הצלבנים, overlooking the Mediterranean from the ancient ruined city of Caesarea, surrounded by laughing friends after a morning of hitchhinking, beachcombing, and eyegazing. A glass of wine or maybe a Gold Star.
The fabulous salad I made last night and was hoping to have again for lunch until slacker boss just informed me that I have to go to a stupid two hour building committee lunch meeting at a bad restaurant with a lot of people I don't like who won't listen to me anyway since I have no apparent power.
Only time I have had McDonalds in years and years and years was coming home from the Raleigh Paganfest a couple of months ago. It was a pretty vigorous four hours or so of concert, "vigorous" meaning I left there weighing a few pounds less than when I went in. There just happened to be a 24 hour McD's conveniently positioned on the way back so I stopped and got some fries and chicken nuggets and coffee (24 hours turns out to be the approximate amount of time it takes to prepare your order at that time of night, but never mind that). When the salt hit my body you could hear the opening strains of Also Sprach Zarathustra breaking the night. And maybe a little bit of the Hallelujah Chorus too.
The word "scarf" generally doesn't describe my approach to food, but that occasion? Oh my yes.
Christ, dinner last night was fabulous. We had thick bloody steaks that had been left to marinate for hours. We had steamed rice with furikaki seasoning on top. We had asparagus sauteed with shitake mushrooms. Damn, it was soooo good. I am dreaming about it right now. I'm not gonna eat for hours, either. Boo. When I do eat, it's not going to be nearly as good.
I have been craving hummus and baby carrots for days, I finally went to the store with the good hummus and I bought both those things and got home all ready to finally eat them -- and the damned hummus has a layer of mold on the top.
Sigh. The store is too far away to mess with an exchange right now, so I guess it's just carrots. :-(
Ever since I mentioned it here the other day, I have been dreaming (yes, really -- woke up this morning thinking about it) about red velvet cake. With cream cheese frosting studded with bits of pecan. And an ice-cold glass of whole milk....
French toast with caramelized bananas sounds yummy. With a light dusting of powdered sugar and a drizzle of honey...