Last night, after a centering yoga class and some serious steam room relaxation I went home starving. It was after 8, the boys were still up and my mother-in-law was over. The house was a mess (is a mess) and there wasn't much to eat in the frdge. So after reading 18 books to the boys, talking over the week's activities with my m.i.l (whom I LOVE) i headed downstairs to scavenge for food. At the back of the 2nd shelf of the fridge, behind a bunch of wilted radishes, was a tiny, innocuous looking jar of caviar. Half empty. Left over from the birthday party I had made the caviar and egg dish for this past weekend. There was also a tiny ramekin of hard boiled egg yokes and a half a container of pure creamy creme fraiche. I pulled out a package of specialty crackers my friend Tammie sent me from Manhattan, and carefully opened the package. Quickly, I piled the egg yokes on the cracker, balancing a dollop of creamy goodness on top of it and finally, the piece de la resistance, the dark, salty and dangerous substance that rocks my world--caviar. As I bit in, the cracker broke and fell into my hand forcing me to cram the whole thing into my mouth. But I couldn't stop ther. One more cracker, the crunch, the salt, the creaminess, and then another. Oh joy! I can't say it stopped with just three crackers and I won't promise that I didn't lick my fingers. Next to yoga, it was the most centering thing I did all day.
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
Salty and dangerous
Last night, after a centering yoga class and some serious steam room relaxation I went home starving. It was after 8, the boys were still up and my mother-in-law was over. The house was a mess (is a mess) and there wasn't much to eat in the frdge. So after reading 18 books to the boys, talking over the week's activities with my m.i.l (whom I LOVE) i headed downstairs to scavenge for food. At the back of the 2nd shelf of the fridge, behind a bunch of wilted radishes, was a tiny, innocuous looking jar of caviar. Half empty. Left over from the birthday party I had made the caviar and egg dish for this past weekend. There was also a tiny ramekin of hard boiled egg yokes and a half a container of pure creamy creme fraiche. I pulled out a package of specialty crackers my friend Tammie sent me from Manhattan, and carefully opened the package. Quickly, I piled the egg yokes on the cracker, balancing a dollop of creamy goodness on top of it and finally, the piece de la resistance, the dark, salty and dangerous substance that rocks my world--caviar. As I bit in, the cracker broke and fell into my hand forcing me to cram the whole thing into my mouth. But I couldn't stop ther. One more cracker, the crunch, the salt, the creaminess, and then another. Oh joy! I can't say it stopped with just three crackers and I won't promise that I didn't lick my fingers. Next to yoga, it was the most centering thing I did all day.
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About Me
- Jean
- 1,971 miles from Nashville where my identical twin lives.
- I was raised on a Mennonite Farm in Illinois. From the cornfields I made my way to inner city Philadelphia to live and work with kids who were the poorest of the poor but the brightest kids in the world. Later I took food and clothing to the homeless and prostitutes on the streets of NYC who opened my eyes to real poverty of spirit. Later I created fundraisers for AIDS patients, taught 2nd language learners about poetry, film and beauty and finally came to higher education to meet some of the most innovative, courageous and funky grads you could ever meet--at a place called Pitzer College. I live for moments of beauty and flashes of enlightenment. Sometimes life is just burnt out ends of smokey days (T.S. Eliot)or an ordinary cup of coffee. And sometimes it's that delicious misty morning overlooking Lake Atitlan in Guatemala in 1984 that I can never get out of my head. Ever. Either way, this story is going some where. Come along, if you like.
2 comments:
you always have yummy leftovers in your fridge. i can't wait to come out there and go on our culinary tour of SoCal. Oh. and make cupcakes.
Well, well, well... I see you're now indulging in Food Porn! How dare you! Good that looks good! Can you squish some through my screen?
I can see all is well there! I bumped into Allen Fox today at Apex Opticals here in D.C. Apparently his daughter is a junior or senior at my alma mater, Pitzer. Ain't it a small world?!
Best,
David
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