It’s very decadent, but you can do it in Decatur. I call it Spontaneous Consumption. It’s a phrase I coined for “I’m hungry and I want it NOW”. Lucky for you if you live in Decatur – you can find almost any type of food or cuisine you want and be eating it in minutes. Whether you want to cook and find the raw materials at a local market or go to a restaurant, Decatur has the resources to satisfy.
One unseasonably warm late-afternoon Sunday, Jim and I are sitting on the patio when the fragrance of grilling steak comes wafting across our backyard and under our noses. Like one of Pavlov’s dogs, Jim cries a familiar refrain, “I’m hungry.” I’m like, “Would you like a steak?” He says, “Of course!” Since we hardly ever eat red meat, I know it’s purely Pavlovian – but, hey, let’s go with it – I’m hungry too. I hop in our little electric ride and head over to Sawicki’s where I know I can find fabulous grass-fed beef. I do — and also a decent looking huge tomato and a baguette.
I’m shopping, Jim’s firing up the grill.
I’ll take this one.
Back home with the steaks, bread, and tomato. This is my sweet ride – “look Mom, no gas.”.
On go the beautiful strip steaks. A little before they are finished we place oil-coated slices of that out-of-season tomato so the flame could scorch them and eke out a little flavor. Done – on the platter go the steaks. I lay on knobs of herbal butter to melt into the sizzling richness of the meat; the grilled tomatoes get drizzled with olive oil and sprinkled with salt, pepper, and chopped fresh basil (growing on my window sill) — accompanied by hunks of the crusty baguette to soak up all that melted butter, steak juices, and olive oil. Heaven — 15 minutes from smell to satisfaction.
Remnants, but the memory remains.
The next week it turned cold. A windy, cold afternoon at tea time (working at home has its privileges) we are both dreaming of a big mug of hot and a big plate of sweet, gooey, and homey. Nothing would satisfy except a piece of apple pie. I could probably call several Decatur coffee joints or restaurants and locate the slice, but instead we head out of town to Southern Sweets (near the DeKalb Farmers Market). There it was – apple pie better than the dream — 10 minutes from desire to devour. Spontaneous Consumption, yeah I like it.