Yesterday, C and I made a list of things to take to Idaho. It was a food list- grains and legumes, oils and spices, animals. Plants. This evening AM came over to practice reading aloud and read a piece about the food she has eaten- all the food she has eaten in her entire life. Her mother’s shopping cart, memorized. Jars of ragu, flats of chicken top ramen. And I thought, What do I eat, what did I eat? What did I eat today?
C and I ate breakfast in the backyard today. It was late morning and sun washed over the wooden deck. I’d gone running in spite of my amoebic dysentery (the test results came back, this is what I have, now I am taking the harsh antibiotics) and I was so ready for food, so open to it, the way I am after running, like I have never eaten before, like I have never smelled bacon before, not even once in my life. C had made breakfast while I was running so it was all there before me, like magic. Brussels sprouts and broccoli sautéed with onion and garlic, flat tortillas fried crispy in the bacon grease, peppered bacon and fried eggs broken by my impatience. Some rice. C had come over for dinner the night before- valentines day but neither of us are into that sort of thing, adamantly, maybe a little TOO adamantly, and then C leaves me a bunch of flowers on the rain-wet cement outside my shack door, so maybe the dinner is a coincidence, maybe not. I made steamed mussels, I found a recipe on the internet and sautéed leeks and garlic in a stockpot. The recipe called for one single shallot but I don’t know what a shallot is so I used a leek instead, assuming it was an oniony thing that was called for, and that the universe would forgive me. The universe did. The recipe also called for white wine but there was only red, a bottle on the counter leftover from Kristi’s birthday party, so I used that, a much greater offense, I am told, than the leek/shallot substitution, but the universe forgave me again. The mussels were delicious. They were steamed in chicken broth as well, and had parsley wilted on top. We ate them with asparagus because it is asparagus season for the next five minutes, and Brussels sprouts cooked in coconut oil with lemon juice, and tater tots. Mussels and French fries is the thing that tastes best, but French fries cannot be replicated at home so tater tots did the trick. I do not know how they make tater tots so delicious, I think it is the magic of the cylinder. It is quite pleasurable to bite the crispy browned cylinder. Corinne also brought beet salad, made with boiled cubed beets and homemade pickled cucumbers and red onion. All in all there was quite a lot of vegetables. I waited too long to eat and got irritable and then ate too much, too many small anatomical vaginas, because everyone knows that’s what mussels are. Go look at one. You will see.
Then when AM came over this evening I was making some dinner- leftover fish that my housemate’s friend had caught sautéed with some brown rice, more beet salad, and kimchi that just finished culturing in the big glass jar on the counter. It’s the best kimchi I think I’ve made yet, all spicy and tasting like ginger.
What did I eat ten years ago? Tuna salad and pickles on roman meal wheat bread that I made at home. I remember cutting the pickles on a plate with a dull paring knife, the way they made the plate green. Vlasic. The way the juice smelled when you opened the jar. Taco bell bean burritos, liquid and hot and running all over the paper wrapper, with lots of salty mild sauce. I worked graveyard shifts at Denny’s, so lots of “moons over my hammy” and sick, gummy pancakes. Ice cream, scooped from the cooler with a metal scoop that stuck to your fingers. A single cheeseburger from the McDonald’s drive through, with the salty meat-cheese and smattering of pickles and smear of ketchup and dusty white air-pocket on the bottom of the bun that every McDonald’s hamburger has. Doritos, nacho cheesier kind, burning my mouth with MSG. They indescribable mouth-feel of a single, unbroken dorito. I liked cool ranch too. Food had different names back then- instead of Brussel Sprout and Beet and Fish it was Dorito and Vlasic Pickle and Taco Bell Bean Burrito.
What do you eat for breakfast, dear reader? And what did you eat for breakfast ten years ago? This is what I want to know. I am curious! Leave comments!
And also! I need new music. Slow, barely audible instrumental music, with sparse lyrics and little rhythm. Music to write to! Do you have any suggestions?