When making non-eating social plans at night, I might chip in with ideas but inside my head I am already strategically obsessing over what in-direct food options there are.
I love eating late at night more than any other time — even mornings, when after hours of delicious slumber and no eating for a long stretch I am ravenous, my stomach crankily growling for sustenance and my mouth salivating. I love eating at night despite the widespread belief that it’s not good for you…
I am willing to undergo stomach aches (i.e. gas!), and face the repercussions of indulging in fries, poutine, chips, ice cream, cheese, indulgent custards and cream filled pastries and my ultimate favourite, Chinese BBQ duck. I eat at night knowing I will likely experience the post-queasy feeling of over-fullness, and ensuing regret. I once knew someone that insisted that whenever they ate late at night they’d always have nightmares or night terrors of some sort. But no matter.
Small pittance, I say, for that moment when you get to sink your teeth into deliciousness, eyes aglow. It is primordial. Your incisors tearing at the charred crisp and fatty skin in the wee hours of the night in wild abandon. Ever more enjoyable when you have co-conspirators surrounding you. Like pack animals.
Last week while doing NXNE, we debated going to another show, OR going to Kom Jug Yuen for some BBQ duck. It was well past 2 am. Thankfully, the decision was made to go eat! Between the four of us, we demolished a whole duck, as well as some bok choy and rice, and I was happy, happy as a clam, clams also being one of my favourite eats too. (Is drunk as a clam also a saying? *cough*.)
Luckily that aforementioned night there was friend food concurrence (I will one day post my thoughts on the notion of food friends…and a story about my food friend soulmate or very near soul-mate), but in times where I am flying solo with my hankering for something tasty, I have a contingency plan of snacks in my cupboards and fridge….and living in the city, quite a few 24 hour places within biking minutes of my apartment, routes mapped out in my mind.