It seems to me that everyone would get how good food is the pinnacle of happiness. I mean, yeah, I love chocolate, and I love a good burger. But I’m talking food, the kind of food you can’t possibly imagine eating without the perfect wine to accompany it. I’m talking pornographic food.
I actually feel sad for people who don’t think food is one of life’s greatest pleasures. Eating to simply exist means you are missing out on the gastronomic joys that life has to offer. Salivation is not simply to help you digest your food; it’s foreplay.
And with that, I bring you my dream meal from Chicago’s Bistro 110.
First, I’ll start with a salad:
Salade de Betterave, Roquette, raisins blonds et Roquefort
Beet and baby arugula salad with a red wine vinaigrette and Roquefort cheese
This is pretty much one of the perfect salad combinations I can think of: the sweet, earthiness of beets, the addictive bitterness of arugula and the creamy mold that is blue cheese. Delightful. For dinner, I’m going with:
Cassoulet
Duck leg confit, braised lamb shoulder, ragout of white beans,
cooked with thyme, rosemary and tomatoes
There were a lot of pornographic choices, but for me choosing the cassoulet was easy. Adding duck confit and braised lamb shoulder to the ultimate comfort food dish — for French Canadians like me! — and you couldn’t ask for a more perfect entree.
I’m guessing I’ll have to have some port and Green and Black’s dark chocolate back at the hotel room, as there are no dessert choices on the menu.
Clacked by Debbie McDuffee
on Jan 20, 2009 @ 19:26 EST5EDT
