Inevitably, I forget about music, we all do. In today's day and age, with new music so readily accessible, CDs that we used to cherish fall by the wayside in favor of the latest ep or leak or what have you. I was in my car today driving to target when I decided to pop in a few CDs from some bands that, at the time of release, held constant sway over my speakers. I think they need to be brought back and given a revival, even though they're not really dead or anything. Well, in some cases at least.
Albums that shouldn't be forgotten:
1. Whole Wheat Bread - Minority Rules
2. Allister - Last Stop Suburbia
3. The Matches E Von Dahl Killed The Locals
4. The Early November - For All of This
5. Hawk Nelson - Letters To The President
6. Catch 22 - Keasbey Nights
7. Halifax - A Writer's Reference
8. Goldfinger - Open Your Eyes
9. Mest - Destination Unknown
10. Wakefield - American made
The best food in the world is messy food. I am talking about dirty hands, dirty lips, dirty everything. Food that drives you to the point where you're unaware of that bit of spit dribbling down your chin and leaves your hands shaking just a little afterward.
Now, a lot of people are probably thinking, what about those fancy meals--those meals that are 400 bucks for a tasting menu that takes 6 hours to get through and in that time you experience every sort of flavor in your mouth? Well, they're good, yeah. Well, no, they're not good, they're extraordinary examples of what a brilliant mind and skilled hands can create. I do not mean in any way to take away from all those chefs out there that will forever be better than me at just about everything. They are amazing. They do things that ordinary people could never even dream of, but will slobber over. When you sit down at a place that you need reservations for at least a few months in advance, you know you're in for something fantastic. You may drink the best wine and eat the best, freshest ingredients of your life, but I still think the best food is messy food.
Case in Point: Buffalo Wings.
I think I've talked about buffalo wings before, if I haven't well, they are my all time favorite food. They encompass not only comfort food but favorite going out food. What better way to celebrate a good night than with hot wings, cold bleu cheese, and an ice cold beer. I don't think there is anything better then being smeared, at least a little bit, with buffalo sauce. There is something primal about eating buffalo wings-- two hands, some teeth and its game time. It is simple. It is fun.
Okay, so buffalo wings have a slight advantage in this category. not only are they amazing fun to eat, but there's some chemical reactions going on, too. Capsaicin is the stuff in hot sauce that makes hot sauce hot. Capsaicin is a skin irritant. When it interacts with mucous membranes (ie, your mouth), the irritant causes a burning sensation (buffalo wings being hot). Also, in high enough concentrations, it not only affects the mucous membranes but whatever it comes into contact with. This causes the brain to go, 'holy shit, pain pain pain, we need to deal with this." The brain then releases endorphins. Endorphins are like your body's own version of crack. It makes your feel good, in the simplest terms. So you know when your nose clears out, and your eyes are watering, but you feel just...good...yeah, that is the endorphins.
You're messy, you're full, and you're feeling good. How could life get any better than that?
Case in Point 2: one big fucking burger.
Ever had a burger you couldn't fit your mouth around? I have, and it was awesome. Three or four patties of meat, some crisp lettuce, a nice thick slice of tomato, well just listen to "Cheeseburger in Paradise" by Jimmy Buffet, basically. Then take that burger and just make it bigger. Then try and bite it. The mustard, ketchup or mayo, whatever, it all squeezes between your lips and the burger and down your chin. The burger juice pools in the bottom of your mouth as you try to chew. Again, there is something barbaric about the act of eating this, but in that barbarism there is sheer beauty. If you finish the burger you feel accomplished (and maybe a little sick). If you finish the burger without use of a fork or knife, you feel godly. You can look down at the napkin like it is your victory trophy and trace with your fingers the smudges of ketchup or the bits of pickle as you try and work up the energy or gravity to stand up.
You can't get that kind of satisfied feeling after eating a really expensive meal. Well, you can, but you'll be poor after.