So, this is just a quick post about the power of food. The fact that great food transcends a meal. It is a memory or creates one. It brings you to your childhood or suspends the outside world around you.
I am very lucky to eat and experience a lot of great food. Beyond that, in eating that food, it has brought people into my life who are now great friends. It has given me memories and knowledge. So when I talk or write about food, I am actually writing or conveying a lot more (or trying to).
Every payday it has become a ritual of mine to go to the Flying Pig (mostly the Vista location) and eat their pork chop. Now it’s a great pork chop, probably the best I have ever had, but beyond that I just sit and savor it. The tenderness from the brine, the sweetness from the char, and the flavor from quality of the pork, and while I am eating it everything is right in my universe.
I am back home now writing this and I am just happy, I totally believe in the food high and it’s not the wine because I only had 1 glass:) I am going to go to bed now to dream of magical pigs.
The pork chop.