Once in a while I fix myself a plate like this (the plate and fork in the pic are both 'salad' size). Almost always the assortment of food is leftovers. This morning (yes, this was my breakfast) it was the braised cabbage from last night, Silke's lentils from last night, and one pastured egg scrambled and seasoned with salt and pepper.
As I gaze at my plate with gratitude, appreciation and anticipation, I always wonder: why can't I get a plate like this in a restaurant?
The truth is, that you can. Angelica Kitchen, in Manhattan, immediately comes to mind. Check out the Pantry Plate on their menu. But, plates like this are rare. If I ever have a café, I will strive to have an option like this on my menu.
In the meantime, I thoroughly enjoyed my breakfast. I even remembered to breathe while eating, and to savor some of the bites slowly. This is saying something since yesterday's lunch I inhaled while standing up, despite the fact that I was alone in the kitchen.
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