this is friendly food
*Some people like lavish, multi-course dinners; others enjoy spending weekend nights out at bars and pubs. My roommate and I—we are breakfast people, brunch people, tea and coffee people, so we spend weekend mornings indulging joyously in comfort food.
*This morning we went to The Friendly Toast, a diner in Kendall Square, Cambridge. I ordered The Peasant—scrambled eggs with carrots and corn, spinach and black beans topped with goatcheese, along with homemade anadama (cornmeal + molasses) bread—which was pillowy and doughy and crispy on the outside and completely smothered in butter.
*On the way home, we were happy because our bellies were satisfied, it was 50 degrees out—practically summertime to us—, and we felt so free without the burden of heavy coats and hats. We weaved in an out of every coffee shop and bakery we saw. Though we had just eaten, we had to pick up something at Flour bakery. My sweet roommate bought me this vegan sunshine muffin, with carrots, raisins and pineapples.
*And i leave you with this quote by Hunter S. Thompson: “Breakfast is the only meal of the day that I tend to view with the same kind of traditionalized reverence that most people associate with Lunch and Dinner. I like to eat breakfast alone, and almost never before noon; anybody with a terminally jangled lifestyle needs at least one psychic anchor every twenty-four hours, and mine is breakfast. In Hong Kong, Dallas or at home — and regardless of whether or not I have been to bed — breakfast is a personal ritual that can only be properly observed alone, and in a spirit of genuine excess. The food factor should always be massive: four Bloody Marys, two grapefruits, a pot of coffee, Rangoon crepes, a half-pound of either sausage, bacon, or corned beef hash with diced chiles, a Spanish omelette or eggs Benedict, a quart of milk, a chopped lemon for random seasoning, and something like a slice of Key lime pie, two margaritas, and six lines of the best cocaine for dessert… Right, and there should also be two or three newspapers, all mail and messages, a telephone, a notebook for planning the next twenty-four hours and at least one source of good music… All of which should be dealt with outside, in the warmth of a hot sun, and preferably stone naked.”