nah, need not be lunch. dinner's just as perfect. much depends on sudden cravings that sweep you from the middle of a solitary languid afternoon. no need for cheap carbos for this meal. a fresh sea pack of protein-filled nuggets will do.
dish number one-
basa skeins and butterfish bast with the purest tasmanian olive oil, dressed with sage and placed in an old rickety toaster-oven. its radiant-dark friendly waves warming. the sharp aromas of wild pepper rising, surround the dish.
dish number two-
a platter of swimmer crabs. alluring like aquamarine. i am drawn by their blues. a near-perfect fusion of fantasies for an unknown species and my corresponding spellbinding love for crusteceans well-cooked. followed mom's kampung recipies. simply dash with sunflower oil, seasalt and pepper whites. wrap in foil and then, its inevitable steam.
i tasted the sweetest blend of ocean hues ever contained in that blue tang of filmsy shell. the flesh is eager and soft. i slurped them to maximum delight, a rich swell of plump locked in soft sweet blends of pacific, some say atlantic waters & crab sluice!
dish number three-
a compulsory set of rockets and self-dressed olive, capsicum and tomato portions. the italians term it carpaccio, just that mine comes without the heavy slash of beef. the green bestows a grateful grant of vitamins on an otherwise cholestrol-laden dish. who cares, really!
i now want my house-white even if it comes poured in a cheap plastic cup.
i will.
no one to watch me as i eat a quick serving of paradise set before me.
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