Beef tongue… YUM! The verdict is in: delicious. Amazing how one bite can time-travel you. Suddenly I’m in Pretoria, it’s a hot Christmas Day, and I’m mildly annoyed that I have to stop doing somersaults into the pool just to eat. Back then, lunch was cold cuts and mustard, Ma and Pa with their beers, the grownups laughing in the shade while the kids cannonballed and shrieked.
Beef tongue tastes like thick-cut roast beef — meaty, hearty, comforting — but not wild or gamey. If you’ve never had it, I suspect it’s not because it’s unworthy, but because smart chefs make sure they get it first.
(I’m working on a piece about the fasting that I will share this week.)Those who follow along–THANK YOU!– may have noticed I skipped a few weeks. I had other priorities, and something had to give and the time I spend on this on Sundays was it. But, instead of continuing to slack, here I am reporting for duty! Not to anyone. Not to people please. For ME. This habit informs many other positives in my life. It makes me cherish and guard my Sundays. It makes me chose healthy, locally-sourced foods. Cooking gives me flow, and this makes me appreciate what makes me unique in the kitchen. In short, it keeps me healthy. And, health is wealth, as Andy Warhol used to say. I just watched the 6 part series on Netflix. Learned a lot & was inspired to create more art, whatever that means. Or maybe just create more, period. The act of creating demands having command of your own attention span, your own mind. Anyway, enjoy this week’s meals, and let me know or drop a pic of what’s cooking in your kitchen in the comments below! 