The best thing I ate in 2014, hmmmm. I think it was the candy-cap mushroom ice cream, or was it the candy cap sweet rolls, or maybe it was the umami soup. There were a couple of righteous steaks cooked on the ole Webber that came out just nice, you know, melt in your mouth with great, rare, grilled over fire beef flavor as well. But then there was that deep fried naked steelhead trout that was exceptional.
Aw rats. you ask the impossible. I could never narrow it down to any one thing. Why do I even try this game?
A perfect BLT on rye is as good as the best steak, or the best maple malt, or the best piece of steaming hot, homemade bread, slathered with butter, and maybe a little strawberry freezer jam. Don't even get me started on cookies, or chocolate, or fresh picked berries, right off the plant. How can such a question be asked, or answered? It's impossible.
Wait, I've got it. The best thing I ate in 2014 is the same as the best thing I ate about 13 years back. This last year, it was a double handful of freshly picked wild blueberries with my granddaughters, out in the woods. 13 years back, it was the same, but with Sprout. And then there were the fish kabobs that only P.A.G. and I shared that was the best thing I ate that year.
in 1978, it was rib eye steaks and easy over eggs at a hotel in Mission Gorge, where DW and I spent our wedding night.
And the foil-pack brookies with sliced potatoes when camping in the high Sierras with my family, that was up there as well.
Yep, those were the best things I ever ate.
Seeeeeeya; Chief Longwind of the North