I finally roped a friend into driving me to Trader Joe’s last weekend, and I came home with a bumper crop of delicious things—namely, vegetables, many of which I’ve been consuming over the the past few days.
The result? Happiness! For some reason, eating vegetables and other non-meat things changes my reaction to what would normally make me sad, angry, or frustrated into a sort of mild bemusement. (Or, the usual reaction occurs but for a shorter time.) In other words, it appears that what I eat in fact has a sort of correlation with who I am.
May I present my dinner from two days ago:

What we’ve got here are raw sugar peas, roasted almonds, Clementine tangerines, and double-cream brie spread on miniature whole wheat bagels topped with pepper and sliced Roma tomatoes. I’ve developed a certain order-of-operations not unlike the byzantine rules nobles followed at Louis XIV’s Versailles:
- Take a bite of the bagel.
- Bite half a peapod—the crisp sweetness of the peas complements and negates the creamy, salty brie.
- Eat an almond. The almond’s rich nuttiness is diametrically opposed yet complementary to the peas.
- Repeat until finished, then peel and eat the tangerines.
Eating this sort of dinner is strangely satisfying in a for-once-I’m-not-brutally-abusing-my-body way.
In other news, I’ve discovered the only genuinely good restaurant in New Haven: Gastronomique, at High Street and Crown. It’s a tiny hole-in-the-wall take-out-only French restaurant serving bistro-style food, founded by a CIA-grad (Culinary Institute of America) who cooked for 5-star restaurants in New York and Holland before getting into a motorcycle accident that left in a three month coma and made him rethink the course of his life. It is really, really, REALLY good.

The food is typically simple but unbelievably rich and flavorful. Above is the turkey sandwich I had a little while ago: thick, freshly carved slices of turkey with fresh cranberries and mayonnaise on a buttered and grilled roll, absolutely fucking magnifique.
(In the interest of fairness, some people don’t like the place as much. Word around studio is that sometimes it’s awesome, sometimes it’s not, but so far I’ve never had a bad experience. I have to admit it’s not nearly as good as Gregoire, Berkeley’s French take-out joint, but then again New Haven’s not nearly as good as Berkeley!)


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