Midnight snacks are an art form. Every cook I know has a different take on the late night meal. Some like 24-hour fast food or food carts. There's a McDonalds in my neighborhood with a late-night walk-up window.
Oh, and Voodoo Donuts. Everyone loves Voodoo donuts and the kooky pink box they come in. Everyone hates the lines that forms at Voodoo as the Old Town bars close.
Another friend makes pasta as a late night snack.
Me? I like eggs. Fried, scrambled, omeletts, hard boiled, soft boiled (and mixed with buttered bread -- mmmm). Kinda like the omelette scene from Stanley Tucci's "Big Night."
There's a beauty in scrambling eggs and Tucci does a good job of it. Beating them with a fork, hot pan, plenty of olive oil, a little salt..... perfection.
But I add a few twists. Tortillas, mushrooms, cheese and jalapeño
I heat the tortillas on the gas burners, flipping a few times, then top with cheese, mushrooms and piping hot eggs.
Late night, date night food. Good enough to share.
On a personal note...
I'm getting ready to move. I'm tired of paying NW Portland rent. A lovely woman named Lisa and I are looking for a house in SE Portland.
I have every inch of my small apartment packed with stuff. I need to purge. So, every day I'm tossing five things from each shelf in my apartment. Most of my books are about cooking.
This morning, I counted cookbooks and cooking history/reference books. I have about 150 actual recipe books and 60 reference, history, biography, and food anthology books. A far cry from the thousand I thought I had. I gleaned three books. That's all, just three books.
Damn, I forgot to count the cookbooks I picked up Sunday night at Powell's... make that 152 cookbooks.
I'm a cookbook junkie with a cookbook monkey on my back.
Cheers!
Nancy
