After about fifteen years of living in Cincinnati, I am finally to the point where I can behave myself at Jungle Jims.
I no longer feel an urge to buy durian fruit ‘just to see what it smells like,” or try to convince myself that I really really will use two big stalks of fresh lemongrass. I’m honest with myself about the honey I need (tupelo or orange blossom, please) and am no longer tempted by the salsa bar, chocolate covered insects, or Indian TV dinners.
But sometimes I do see something extrordinary, and immediately feel the need to plan the entire week’s menu around it. In this case, it was fresh morels.
I’m not just full. I’m sated. Satisfied. Pushed to the limits in both the kitchen and dining room computer table before being returned safely to a now-expanded comfort zone.
When we last left our hero he had decided to take a week and prepare a series of dishes from his favorite food blogs. He would choose dishes from blogs he enjoyed reading for their own sake, while savoring the opportunity to experiment a little.
He also resolved not to add bacon to everything. But more on this later.
And, candidly, I couldn’t be happier with how well things turned out. I have some comments and pictures to share, as well as a fridge full of leftovers that you are all welcome to stop over and sample.