That one moment...
- ajs228 Sep 29, 2008 09:47 PM
Watching How I Met Your Mother tonight, the gang spends the episode looking for the best burger in NYC. One character has had it once before and describes it as,
"It's so much more than just a burger. I mean, that first bite...oh, what heaven that first bite is. The bun, like a sesame freckled breast of an angel, resting gently on the ketchup and mustard below, flavors mingling in a seductive pas de deux. And then…a pickle! The most playful little pickle. Then a slice of tomato, a leaf of lettuce, and a patty of ground beef so…exquisite, swirling in your mouth, breaking apart and combining again in a fugue of sweets and savories so….delightful. This is no mere sandwich of grilled meat and toasted bread! This is God, speaking to us through food."
Not gonna lie. After I saw that I was sorry I had already eaten dinner (and yes, it promped me to rewind my DVR and transcribe it). It also got me thinking about those food moments in life that have caused me to pause and reflect upon my place in the universe.
How about you? What's that one (or two) moment(s) that are so good, they almost make you sad because you know may never feel that way again?
I had a moment like that recently while eating some plain old Breyer's Natural Vanilla ice cream.
So simple. So pure.
For me it was a chicken club sandwich at Stocks, a country-house hotel in England. Every element was like the Platonic ideal of its type - slices of moist, freshly roasted chicken (Poulet de Bresse?), perfectly cooked back bacon, crisp emerald lettuce, garden-fresh tomato, tangy (house-made?) mayonnaise, all brought together on lightly toasted, fresh-baked, hand-sliced bread.
I've tried for years, in vain, to recreate that experience.
Most recently, it was having breakfast at Snooze (Denver). It was a creamy, soft, cheesy polenta cake topped with melt in your mouth pulled pork and a perfectly cooked poached egg. This was then gently smothered with a tomatillo green chile sauce with just enough tart to compete with the other flavors. The hasbrowns on the side were just enough to soak up any remaining sauce on the plate.
I had dined in a 4 star restaurant the night before and enjoyed a 4 course tasting menu complete with wine, but Snooze left me swooning and dreaming of the next time I can eat there.
I am fortunate enough to have had quite a few of these moments during my travels this past year (almost like multiple culinary orgasms), and I don't plan to stop searching for these epiphanous moments any time soon...
Several I would like to mention on this post are: my first taste of the Lobster BLT appetizer as prepared at Fore Street in Portland, Maine; the lovely artisinal deconstructed Banana Split served at Michel Richard's Central in D.C.; Chocolate Chip Mint Ice Cream as created and served at the Inn at Little Washington, Little Washington, VA., and Chesapeake Crab in the rough as spilled onto your table with a mallet and plenty of napkins at the Crab Claw in St. Michaels, VA...down and dirty!
A very honorable mention goes to the homemade Brisket and sides we enjoyed here for Rosh Hashanah last night...
Too funny. I saw that last night as well and immediately made plans to grill burgers this weekend. I guess I'm the second to mention Maine lobsert - I had a lobster roll in Maine a few years back that almost brought tears to my eyes. Godiva's pumpkin truffles - I have to be sitting in a quiet room when I eat them, not the loud mall. Blue cheese can completely turn my mood around.