this day
You’re talking to [reading from] the newest “Freshman Farmie”, a member of EarthDance Organic Farm’s apprenticeship class of 2012. Just got the email today. I feel bouncy.
I love food. I love it. I can’t wait to spend even more time with it. Foods straight from the soil have the most satisfying bites. Just wipe the dirt off the carrot and crunch into it. I can’t wait for more.
Tonight I had dinner with my Dad at a place that I’ve been wanting to try since it opened earlier this year. It’s called The Block and they use local (and grass fed) meats which they butcher themselves on site. I think I tasted the best, most tender and fresh tasting pulled pork sandwich I’ve ever had, my dad’s meal, which I liked even more than my Missouri trout (also divine—the two dishes would have been equal had the trout not been slightly over salted). Splitting bites between our devil’s food cake with chocolate and bacon ice cream (mine) and banana walnut bread pudding with a scoop of vanilla (his). I’ve decided I like bacon more in baked goods than I do in ice cream, but that cake! Ohh that cake. So there were some hits and some ever so slight misses, but the hits were real knock outs. That pork? I’m delirious.
An incomplete list of local places to eat in St. Louis: The Block, West End Grill and Pub, Dave and Tony’s, Franco, Cravings, India’s Kitchen, The Bleeding Deacon, Black Bear Bakery, Charlie Gitto’s and Dr. Jazz, of course, among others. I’m a food snob and I don’t care. But I’m the kind of food snob that can get a kick out of a bacon wrapped hot dog—gratuitous can be great sometimes.
And as a result of my libidinous rant yesterday I bought myself both The Godfather Part I and Part II after work today. It’s about time. Oh yeah, and I had my first shift at my new job. Tons of information packing itself into my tiny skull. My supervisor walked me around the Fox theatre, which I’ve been to countless times, but this time it was empty save for the maintenance workers touching up the gold on the walls. We walked into the deserted auditorium and our voices echoed. The theatre looked so different with just the work lights on and nothing else. So raw. I was sucked right in.
Now it’s time to be sucked back into these memoirs I’ve been reading.
