It's restaurant week and it's slow. When it's slower I can really cook the way I want since this place just isn't set up so that I can have a bunch of pans going at a time. So I've been able to lovingly baste all the salmon I've sent out for the restaurant week menu. As I was plating one, a small piece fell off. I tasted it and I could have wept from how melt-in-your mouth silky it was. The thought crosses my mind of how different the food is when I'm not here. I've seen them cook and I know all the nonsensical **** they do. No time for this false humility business --- I know the food that dish is better when I'm here!
I hate going to wakes and funerals. I'm not a very emotional person and other than a good hug (I am a good hugger) I'm not good at comforting people. I never know what to say...give me something to do instead please. Need someone to walk the dog whilst you're tied up making arraingments? I'm your girl. Need someone to set up the reception while you're in church? What time do you want me to be there? But I just can't seem to say the right thing at the right time...ever.
So lemme tell you what makes Cutty's so brilliant, because I know you're all dying to know. My ham and pimento cheese? Just enough ham. A lot would complain that it's not enough, but that's because many miss the art of sandwich construction. Too much ham throws everything off balance. It's the same when I used to make grilled ham and cheese sandwiches last summer at Sunset. I'd get told I was being cheap by another cook, but I wasn't! Any more ham and the sandwich just wasn't as enjoyably gooey and melty, not to mention nicely pressed. The meat must not overpower the cheese! This is a bit different in a cold cut sandwich where the meat is the focus, but warm sandwiches? A little bit goes a long way. And there you are: my sandwich thoughts.
(That Cutty's ham and pimento cheese was awesome though. Love the zucchini pickles in there.)
OMG, I found Buddy's previous owner last night. Four doors down. They moved here, and Buddy kept escaping to go back to his old home. The man could never catch him. The chip was tied to the old house. He has to talk to his wife. I guess she misses him. Dammit, they didn't put flyers out, and I canvassed the neighborhood looking for his owner. Didn't expect to find them three months later. Now I wonder if they want him back.