Finally, just had to go out for lunch. Not that my stuff isn’t any good but change is necessary every once in a while. But after that lunch in the neighborhood French restaurant, I think that I will stop publishing this blog. My one dimensional cooking against a multi-dimensional eating experience. First there was the onion soup – an unforgettable experience in itself. Then the spaghetti, which alone had five dimensions to it. First there were the spices on top, most of which I cannot name much less pronounce correctly – they were in French. Then there were the sautéed mushrooms, then there was the white cream sauce, and a flat square type of pasta (not the round ordinary one I use), then the extra sauce in the lightest of oil at the bottom. It just cannot get any better than that. It is the type of meal which in its entirety transports you to all parts of the world and you quite literally experience it all sitting right there. Saves a lot on airfare. If you ask, I’ll tell you the address. Better yet, I will just give it to you. For those who travel, it’s in Tel Aviv at 300 Dizengof Street. My own cooking-to-survive just has to get better or I won’t.
That was definitely the best so far
of all that I have photographed. Not the photo, but the dish. Does not equal the French restaurant. But, this one pan cooking has got to go. I even had to enlist the services of the “bowl” (that makes it seem that its not really a bowl, but it is) which I found in the refrigerator with a glop of something in it. Tasted it and could not figure out what it had been, so it got the bag. The burger has an onion/bluecheese/red wine/milk/flour/instantmushroomsoup sauce on top. The spaghetti sauce was something I tried to remember how to do from being told. All I remembered was fried onions, canned stewed tomatoes, and tomato paste. Definitely a two forker. Truthfully, it took 40 minutes. With three pans it would have been 15, or so I tell myself. Most of our lives we live in one form of illusion or another. The problem being that we cannot really tell because we are in one or the other, or in my case, another. To see the illusion, you must be on the outside. I haven’t quite got that one figured out yet.