Sunday, June 29, 2003
|9:44 PM| A limitation of this blog is that I can't fully express the more interesting experiences I'd like to share. I recently ate at a fantastic barbeque place south of Austin, but finding the proper descriptive language for "delicious meat" is difficult. The sausage was sharp, when compared to the huge chunks of beef. All of it was soft, and almost delicate. Eating with your hands did not seem unacceptable, as the meat was tender enough to pull apart. So appetizing was the meal that even fat and gristle, stuff you threw away, had their own inviting gleam. It was a pure experience, and it engaged me fully, from the feel of the meat, all the way to the scent, look, and taste. If this meat could have sung, it would have sung opera.
I'm almost hungry again, despite a belly full to illness.
|9:44 PM| A limitation of this blog is that I can't fully express the more interesting experiences I'd like to share. I recently ate at a fantastic barbeque place south of Austin, but finding the proper descriptive language for "delicious meat" is difficult. The sausage was sharp, when compared to the huge chunks of beef. All of it was soft, and almost delicate. Eating with your hands did not seem unacceptable, as the meat was tender enough to pull apart. So appetizing was the meal that even fat and gristle, stuff you threw away, had their own inviting gleam. It was a pure experience, and it engaged me fully, from the feel of the meat, all the way to the scent, look, and taste. If this meat could have sung, it would have sung opera.
I'm almost hungry again, despite a belly full to illness.
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