I had a hankering last night… a gnawing need that kept me up. Even though I was on the platform about to embark on the dreamland express the thought of some hot freshly fried goodies was bouncing in my brain. I tossed. I turned. I attempted seducing myself with the bliss of sleep. Still the pull was strong. I finally gave in. Unfolded the blanket away from me which was now at just the perfect temperature of snuggly warm and sat up on the edge of the bed. I was half way there… now just to commit my actions to facilitate my intent.
I headed out into the kitchen. I rummaged through the larder just as the clock on the wall hit the one o’clock hour. Nothing in there. Hmm… perhaps the freezer would yield a treasure. Ahh yes… jalapeno poppers. Oil in the wok… stove lit. Now just to wait until it was hot enough to fry.
Plop. plop… sizzle, bubble. A couple of minutes and it will be done. Soon, with a small plate of these golden brown nips of heaven I headed back. As I sat with the plate upon my lap a thought fleetingly whizzed by in my brain. “You’ll pay for this in the morning.” The thought was so fleeting I decided to ignore it. Chomp, chomp, chomp… mmm good… I ruminated that it has been years since I had a late-nite fried food moment like this. It used to be a staple of a life-style long past.
I humored myself with remembrances of lifetimes and lifestyles along this journey as I bit into these breaded beauties. Faces and places flashed as snippets of songs sountracked this mini life movie. And when the last one was savored I tucked myself in with a blissful curl of a smile on my lips.
When I awoke… I was reminded why it had been a few years. Jalapenos stuffed with cream cheese… not exactly recommended during allergy season. So the day started a little later than usual… medication and a little nap needed to be indulged for any sembelence of functioning today. Still… it was worth revisiting the late-nite fried moment before the dreamland express pulled out of the station.