your move, creep!

"Dead or alive, you're coming with me." Alex Murphy said it best right before taking out the scums of Detroit. This same quote is used by me to my food prior to consuming it. Our bodies are fascinating creations capable of infinite abilities. . . maybe just for running and sleeping. Either way, they still require consistent fuel. Sigmund Freud theorized that a man is driven by two things: food and sex. I will just elaborate on the food portion. We need it for our survival but it also can be enjoyed. The opening scene in Julie and Julia shows Julia in France for the first time. The chef brings out a flounder still on the pan. There is the cracking and sizzling along with the rich color. She goes in for a closer examination and turns her head as if on a high while gasping the words; "butter". The fish is removed from the pan onto her plate and she takes a bite, then gets so emotional that she shares it with her husband who then samples. Without any facial expression, he shakes his head and then admits to the food he already knew would be bliss by saying; "I know, I know". She continues to cry being confounded by how a dead fish could be so heaven sent. Or better yet the details and attention to the textures and colors of the peppers, chiles, and the meat in Tortilla Soup (freakin' amazing by the way) will make you salivate and want to cook like Hector Elizondo does. He plays this single father of three grown-up daughters. As a retired chef, he prepares this elaborate dinner for his family. Someday, I will be able to debone a goose and make that one French dish which I can't pronounce. . . .someday.