This is what I had for lunch on my birthday yesterday.
Cranky is sensitive to my reluctance to do celebratory meals involving undifferentiated slabs of mammal muscle, so he suggested we return to Ubuntu, in Napa, a vegetable restaurant.
It was a gray, rainy day, but the place was filled with bright, happy people enjoying their plants. The vibe is not weird. It's unbelievably normal, even if there is a yoga studio upstairs.
But, enough. I just want to tell you what I ate, and vow that I will try to get a close replication at home, no matter how many tries it takes. It was that good.
It's a bowl of yellow corn grits. I know. Dull dull dull. I think the grits were infused with goat's milk whey. Not dull!
Into the soft, flowing grits was dropped a fresh egg, to cook gently in the ambient warmth. You can see some of the pierced yolk on the left.
Finally, the grits were showered with shaved cheese (parmesan? something good), sprinkled with herbs, and topped with [bugle fanfare] "trumpet crisps," essentially crisp fried slices of trumpet mushrooms. Why didn't anybody tell me you could do this with mushrooms? Snappy and crackly as snack food, with amazing flavor. I still haven't decided if the kitchen sneaked a little truffle oil in there. Or, no, wait, maybe the flavor was more like vanilla. Maple!
See, this is going to be hard to replicate.
It doesn't matter, though. I'm just so thrilled to know this meal, I suspect anything that comes even close will be divine.