“Moderation is a fatal thing. Nothing succeeds like excess.”
Ahh, Oscar…thank you for those words!
I’d love to say I admire that line solely for its literary merits, but…well…I might as well have the damned thing tattooed on my forehead. No, really. For me, if something is worth doing, it’s worth overdoing.
All those old “moderation in all things” sentiments can kiss my ass…
Now, one point I should make is that I love to cook. The only things I obsess about more than cooking/food, in fact, are writing, music and booze (which is pretty dang close to being a part of the food thing). I study food and flavors like I never studied, well, anything in college.*
*Hey, there is definitely something to be said for the “C’s get degrees” mantra!
It’s a pretty normal thing for me to overdo even something so simple as a quickie-meal of grilled cheese and tomato soup. At this particular moment, I’m throwing together a picnic for some folks. Doing this for other people is probably a good thing, I should add, as I would undoubtedly go completely and totally gonzo if I was doing it for myself…
Three kinds of cheese, two kinds of meat, a fresh ceviche, some bread, dessert, wine, beer…I’m even contemplating throwing together some quick-toasted flatbread and making a mango chutney to go with it.
See what I mean? Things like this should always be done to excess! Hell, if anyone I know actually agreed with me and went in for the good things in life, I’d throw in some cold, pickled tongue and maybe a bit of pate de foie gras.
I am, I should probably add, also drinking beer and cranking old-school Frank Sinatra as I get all this ready…
Ahhh…excess…how I love you!
Wait, I’m supposed to be writing, you say?
This kind of thing is why, by the way, I write in coffee shops and breweries — there’s nothing to disturb me there. Well, nothing except people, but…well… Shit, I’m a writer, for the love fo God…I’m supposed to ignore the rest of the human race!