Tuesday, September 03, 2002

damn… that was one carnal

damn… that was one carnal weekend.  I don’t eat the meat that often, not out of a moral or political disagreement, it just doesn’t make it into my head too frequently that I want to consume flesh as a meal… but this past weekend was filled with protein delites and meaty treaties.  It’s especially noteworthy that Dr. Andy (et famille) had us over for supper and made us grilled veggies fresh from his garden, a polish cucumber salad (that’s like from Poland, not like rubbing something to make it shiny), and a breathtaking tomato assortment; then he made pasta carbonara with loads of crunchy bacon and a grilled chicken breast on the side, and the killer is that he delicately deposited a raw egg yolk into the center of our bowls of pasta just before we dug in - like butter but less fattening, he assured us… then there was the cobbler and ice cream… at the end of the evening we were sitting in the 7’ tall barrel hot tub in his back yard high in the Berkeley hills, watching the color drain from the sky and listening to Joe Pass recorded live at Yoshi’s in 1990, letting the fats and cholesterols filter through our deeply relaxed persons… at times like these, you just know that things don’t get much better… and you wonder a little how you wound up there but that part of your brain has been sufficiently narcotized that it can’t bother you much…