A midnight snack shouldn’t be a snack at all, it should be an affair. It’s a chance to practice cooking (and eating) in a way that’s near reverent. Your mind operates differently in the middle of the night when the sensible people are sleeping. Night owl-ism. Night owl-itis?
I love these nights. Chopping, stirring, tossing and tasting in a quiet little church: my dim kitchen with the door wide open.
Are there any rules for having a proper midnight snack/affair/experience?
Anything goes, but I generally avoid anything too labour-intensive. I’d rather do something simple and focus on the details. You don’t need a lot to choose from either, sometimes it’s best when it’s a challenge. Either way it’s half improvisation, half intuition and total magic when you get it right (and educational, at least, when you don’t).
All I have to show for tonight’s intrepid food adventure is an unattractive webcam shot of my mostly-empty salad bowl:
And an approximated recipe, exactly as it was scrawled in my little food journal thingy:
-2 tsp garlic chili flax oil (★★★!)
-3 tsp olive oil (garlic infused?)
-2.5 tsp tahini
-juice of half a lemon
-1.5-2 tsp agave nectar
-pinch celery salt
-1 head romaine lettuce
-2 or 3 sprigs red grapes, halved or quartered
-small handful each almonds & pecans, slivered (2x would be good too)
-sprinkle w/ hemp and/or flax seeds