Cooking And Eating....“Dis-moi ce que tu manges, je te dirai ce que tu es”

with a single slice....halfed... of smoked bacon, tumeric, cheddar cheese and chopped scallions on a toasted croissant, smeared with cinnamon/apple butter.........an evolved take on my favorite b'fast, since boyhood.....although I'd never heard of tumeric, in my youth, of course.....and utilized red powdered paprika, then.....and baking powder buttermilk biscuits...not having even seen or  heard of 'croissants'......

some fleshy tenderloins on the 'make'....cooked in cognac, lots of garlic and rehydrated (in worcestershire sauce).......after some advice from an amateur nutritionist/meat lover, that I should 'eat more flesh'.....ok.....ok.....the pan 'leavings' and mushrooms will be dumped into a blender and reduced to a piquant, peppery gravy...and served with palak gravy of green chilis, cashew butter, ginger and aniseeds......with a bit of toasted sesame oil.....                                        spinach and wine reduction, in progress.....and fait accompli..... the leftover filet and the last of the spinach got rolled into a pan-toasted flour, avocado oil-brushed, burrito with some Indonesian condiments.....I imagined what Mexican food would be like if the Siamese or Thai had 'explored' the area...instead of  the Spanish........or, if the French had won The Pastry Wars, later......they ...

There was, simply, no way to handle this afternoon's tea time chocolate chip cupcake, cut into slices, spread with jam and bananas, then reassembled and doused with apple butter...without producing a big mess on a plate, fingers , tabletop or lap......So,,,a glass bowl to the rescue....and an antique dessert spoon, thereby saving Lord Darlington's starched plackard shirt bib from what would have been an existentially embarassing dining room peril of clumbsy inappropriation.....You can relax, now, Lord Augustus, the potentially humiliating, egregious breach of etiquette has been thwarted....and, you may discretely lick the antique 'lap of Venus' spoon's bowl , while the rest of us pretend 'not to notice'....That IS the dog's job, you know!