The house was clean and the table set with retro swirls. The french press was in high demand as soon as the Quaker and the Hawaiian arrived. They were in from D.C. and in their typical style, had their Cake and ate it too. On the way down, Q & H stopped in Asheville for a night and told us of vegetarian delicacies and hippies. They brought us a bag of coffee beans from the Early Girl Eatery, which have delighted our mugs since. In surprise attendance were the JBombs, with their new little guy, complete with his excellent indie-rock haircut.
Emerson was inscribed in chalk above the coffee station and black beans were simmering on the cooktop. I simply heated up some olive oil and sauteed a 1/4 of an orange bell pepper, 1/2 an onion, and some garlic and then added some canned Goya black beans. Suddenly an idea lit and I heated up a pot of water to slow cook some grits. As I stirred and stirred, Eddie Harris pulsed through the kitchen, and I shredded colby-jack into the thick grits. The beans bubbled gently and Mrs. B cracked eggs and lowered them gentler still in to the pot for poaching. Sunny sides looking out into the new year.
Serving up bowls, grits, then beans and eggs to the weary travelers of 2011. Red and green salsas peppering the way of 2012.
All around the table, I realize that one resolution is already taking hold – Entertaining. Feeding the body, feeding the soul through creative fellowship.
Oscar Peterson serenades adults in mid-life, mid stride. different lives meeting, converging asking, demanding creativity, happiness joy, abandon. eating huevos rancheros with poached eggs and grits drinking coffee wondering about the next time.
Everyone in my life is perfect. Perfectly themselves.