for all intensive purposes I live in a cave and work little. one of my joys is in waking up the the early afternoon and finding remnants of things I made to eat when I was drunk the night before. this time it was a... , hold on I'll go grab it...
its in a deep and heavy white porcelain bowl. I like heavy things, solid. there is a little bit of a pouring point on the rim of this bowl, making it perfect for mixing a lot of eggs and pouring the mix out easily. its probably older than me, maybe twice as old. there is a chip in the pouring spout.
whats left at the bottom of the bowl is not much, which speaks to the yumminess of the creation. its kind of a puddle really. oily, spicy, peanutty puddle of roasted seeds and nuts. actually its only seeds left, but I faintly remember a handful of almonds getting tossed in there.
what I figure is that I threw sesame seeds, sunflower seeds, and almonds into my little cast iron pan and heated them up with a generous blop of grape seed oil, probably about a teaspoon of peanut butter, and about the same of Guilin Chili Sauce. the chili sauce is really handy to have around. its from "Lee Kum Kee" and is obviously imported from China.
I have to admit I've been dipping into the puddle and nibbling on the remaining bits. its still delicious.
now for anyone who actually knows me, and there are two, I'm not trying to glorify alcoholism or say that this is me. but at the moment, this is one shade of me, and I do find it a bit amusing. I had a few days off and got a bottle of gin and watched movies in the dark for two days. the gin is gone, and I'm broke, so I'll start reading my buddist book again and will soon feel content merely to live and breathe.
don't drink by yourself, but if you do have some chili sauce on-hand, and hide your cell phone.