i had some cheese the other night. it was a night of wanting to be eating cheese at jimgermanbar, sitting with a cocktail and a book, with friends coming in, conversation of the easy and heartfelt kind, knowing that there will be a great cheap red wine, with cupcakes and sparkling for dessert. hearing music that i haven't yet discovered, but familiar. then a long drive home on hot roads, deserted, with a big moon, a cool wind coming in through the windows, my hair whipping around, the music loud, stars weighing down the sky, smiling so big that i cry at the thought of the happiness in my heart. and sleep without stress, sound and restful.

i haven't recreated any of this here yet. someday i will have a place that feels this way. it'll feel this way for me in the hospitality that i provide- genuine, easy, true to myself. and people will enjoy fine drinks and snacks with the ease of simplicity and the art made by keeping things pure. they will meet eachother and feel uninhibited by the space, by the lighting, by the good stuff, and they will share more deeply and more meaningfully than they have in a long time, because they will feel connected.

in the meantime, i quest for knowledge of all things that will be in that place. cheese, charcuterie, bread, oils, pickled goodies, salts, juice, sugar, herbs, fruits, wine, alcohols, cocktails, beer, wine, coffee. music. art. books. ideas. politics. space. nature. all the best stuff.

i made up my own damn cheese plate. and had some lillet for starts.
-ossau-iraty (sheep's milk from the french pyrenees)
-mahon (cow's milk from minorca)
-humboldt fog (goat's milk, cypress grove, ca)

i had sardines, salami, dried figs, peppers, olives. a nice old hunk of bread. and a bottle of chateau smith- cab sauv. and a bunch of daydreams.