What I am eating

All these bloggers think what they do every fucking second of the day matters--as if their damn thoughts about the war in Iraq or going fucking green really matter...my grandmother was green before it became the new red. Then some people had to go politicize gardening.

Anyway, so, I've decided to write about what I'm eating tonight for dinner--figure it's a hell of a lot more interesting than whatever the hell some people are writing this moment...and you might learn some new recipes.

Saucisson. This is a D'Artagnan Saucisson French style. It is not as dry as most good saucisson, but has more flavor than any of the damn italian sausages I used to get up in New York. It goes good with a new goat cheese I found from St-Astier, France--Pico Picandine. It comes in a small box like round container--as all good goat cheeses, and it has a nice aged rind (I hate goddamn American impressionist goat-cheeses. What the hell is that soft cream cheesey shit anyway!).

Good combination, but I don't eat the cheese with the sausage much. I usually save the cheese for afterwards or with the terrine--a good terrine de campagne from Le Petit Cochon--man, that's good, and with their cornichon--magnifique!

Then there is the bread. Of course, living where I live, there is only one choice--Poupart's Bakery in Lafayette, LA. I had to go to an alternative bakery today and I am experiencing the bland result. So life goes and money that cannot drive us to the good bakery. If we could only drive to France to get real bread.

I have sauteed some Crimini mushrooms as well. Halved mushrooms, heated half olive oil half butter in pan, then added after butter foam subsided--let brown for few minutes. Then added salt pepper, let liquid seep out of mushrooms--that's my favorite part and reminds me most of how a poet writes a poem--then added 6 cloves chopped garlic. Cooked on reduced heat covered for a few minutes. Added combination of thyme, sage, oregano from my own garden, cooked a little more and voila.

Then, finally, roasted red peppers--the italian in me. Roasted, peeled, added 3 cloves sliced garlic, good olive oil, freshly chopped basil and salt. Tossed, cooled, served. Sometimes I am amazed how with so little money a man can eat so well.

That's what's for dinner--with large goblets of wine. Bought three bottles today and might finish two by tonight (one was extra large bottle and lots of writing to get done). But there is always Garlic--lots. A hell of a lot more than you think you eat. So, don't start comparing. That's at least one whole head for just dinner--and we don't count the half-a-head for lunch or the two raw cloves I'll eat with the cheese for dessert--and anything else between just cause I hate people who hate my garlic nose!

I don't know what my meal is supposed to signify, but if I were a literary critic, I might say something politically correct about the fucking french and italian with a little added comment on the Louisiane. Of course, nobody from any of these regions, cultures, really gives a shit, so, let's just eat and be merry.