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a night tartine

Late nights and early flights mean a few things. Yes there’s the packing but by now that’s fast, and then the jockeyed reading to get in the last few chapters of a book to pack rather than carry on; inevitable too it will be taken out just before check-in for fear of dovetailing with the weight limit a little too intimately; and then, too, that inevitable extra pound shy.

True last meals at home are a solitary endeavour. It is late at night; beds are gone to; there is the long hall to the kitchen, jet windows and specks of buoy lights. Fitting this first walk a week prior early in the morning, horizon cloud the sun diffuse.

It is an indulgent amalgam, a collation of the luxuries of eating at home.

whole wheat yeast bread, homemade, toasted
almond butter
avocado
raw cacao nibs
sea salt.

A symbology.

Sleep for two hours and here I come. Its aura lingers as I travel.

And a sandwiched version in the Toronto airport.

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This entry was published on Saturday, February 4, 2012 at 1:10 am. It’s filed under day-to-day eats, food, recipes, travel and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Follow any comments here with the RSS feed for this post.

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