It's always appropriate breakfast-time somewhere in the world

One of the perks of living in a major city is having the opportunity to go out on a regular Tuesday night and actually be surrounded by others, who’ve also ventured out. To me, this is a big deal because you can really only roam the streets alone so many times before it gets weird. 

That was pretty much the case last night (going out and socializing with others, that is, and not being like a young Christian Bale returning home in that scene in Empire of the Sun), and I might add that it made for a bit more intriguing resolution to my evening than the planned ‘Snickers bar in bed’ routine, I’ve been sporting much too often lately.

Anywizzle, we ended up in a bar that singlehandedly had the most bipolar DJ of all times. Upon entering this midweek-shindig, the guy (a bearded, scruffy type, who’d probably judge you for not knowing Whitesnake’s back catalog) was playing your run-of-the-mill crowd-pleasing soul, mixing it up with some Chuck Berry (you know, to branch out), and eventually back to fusion jazz (whatever the crap that even means).

BUT THEN came the classical music. Oh the classical music. Oh the horror.

Now don’t get me wrong. I love me some good ol’ Wolfgang – and I’m not talking about Tyler and those little obnoxious punks. I think classical music is art and science intertwined, and borders on the lines of the mythical. But in a bar? Really? It felt like a pre-apocalyptic omen, punishing us for our audacity to go out on a school night.

So we’re sitting there and some random French guy approaches us. Pierre or Jacques or something. The name part is blurry to me mostly ‘cause I couldn’t be bothered to pay attention to what he was saying.

At any rate, Jean-Luc asks me what I’m doing in the city and I tell him that I just moved there. He asks me why I decided to move, and I answer: 'because I felt like it’. Saying those few empowering words, without any further elaboration made the awkward small talk with Frenchy bearable.

I had breakfast today at 3.27 PM. ‘Why?’ you ask.

Because I felt like it.

Act I; If I make a pie and don't post a picture of it - is it still considered baking?

You're probably wondering why you need to spend your time reading another blog about food and...you know, life. You're also probably wondering how our salty snacks and sugary desserts can possibly make your life more interesting.
What good could this smooth strawberry summer pie bring you?

As if you don't have better things to do with your time.

For one, you should probably start working on that New Year's resolution - working out, getting fit, eating right. After all, Dr. Steinberg has been nagging you about getting your schmuck self on a treadmill since your cholesterol numbers are through the roof. 

So why should you choose to spend precious calorie-burning time scrolling through indulgence, imagination and a third buzzword starting with an 'i'?

Well, the reason is pretty simple.

We love food. We'd marry food. We'd take it on a romantic getaway to a quaint bed & breakfast in Vermont, and pop the question while watching the sun set over Lake Champlain on a peaceful autumn's night. We'd propose with that three-stone 18k gold ring from Tiffany's it had its eyes on every time we passed the window display on 5th Avenue. And even though it cost well over two months worth of rent (not including the engravement - we know a guy) and we had to put our Billy Joel record collection up for sale on Craigslist (except for River of Dreams. We're not idiots), it was all worthwhile just to see that beautiful smile.  

Or, if this is too farfetched to believe, you can always consider it an act of destiny. 

Why else would you be reading this right now?

You see, when you turned on your computer today the mythical powers of the universe gravitated towards you, guided you through the turmoil of the cyber realm and lead you to this land of Canaan, where --- IRRESISTIBILITY. That's the third 'i'-word. There you go. 

So to sum up; indulgence, imagination and irresistibility.

That's your reason to keep reading. 

Enjoy.

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