I knew this guy, back in the hazy college days, who really, really loved to eat.
It was a whole fantastic sensory experience for him to have a good meal.
He'd dropped out of college and was doing some freelance cowboying at the time, so he could eat big heavy meals and work it off the next day.
So, obviously, we were fast friends. I also love a good meal (but am less adept at working it off).
This friend introduced me to the concept of "The Perfect Bite."
Say, for example, you are sitting at Thanksgiving dinner. On your plate is a slab of hot turkey, mashed taters, gravy, stuffing, corn (if you're into that sort of thing) and cranberries (also a pass for me, but this is for example's sake).
The Perfect Bite means you take your fork and you get a piece of turkey, some stuffing, a swoop of mashed taters (with gravy on it), some corn and then seal the end with a bit of cranberry.
The Perfect Bite encompasses all that is good on your plate. All the wonderful tastes together to make a forkful of delicious.
The Perfect Bite generally happens during what you consider to be a really, really good meal. It is sort of a way to savor the delicious.
The friend and I, we used to compete on The Perfect Bite. "Look, looky here...I got the perfect bite, look....yuuuuumm....." as the fork would slide home and the yummy face would come on.
The best time for The Perfect Bite is really as you are getting to the end of your plate of food. Most stuff on there has already managed to mingle over the course of your eating along, so it's super easy to make a Perfect Bite.
For whatever reason, this concept has stuck with me and I've managed to introduce it to The Good Man.
I recently made some kick ass green chile chicken enchiladas. As I ate, from the other side of the table I heard, "hey, look at this! The Perfect Bite!" He had a good piece of enchilada with plenty sauce, beans, salad and capped the fork with BOTH sour cream and guacamole.
It really was a perfect bite and his yummy face proved it was true. I was envious because I no longer had on my plate the resources to make a Perfect Bite. I'd already devoured the guac and sour cream so I had no horse in that race.
I thought about this concept again last night. We splurged on a rib eye steak dinner. We so rarely eat beef anymore, hence the "splurge" part of the deal. Lovely steak, baked tater and steamed asparagus made up the plate.
I kept trying for a Perfect Bite but couldn't quite get there. Either the potato wouldn't cooperate and would fall off the fork. Once I lost the meat bite in my puddle of steak sauce. And those dang slidy asparagus spears were too recalcitrant to be the sealing factor on the fork.
So no true Perfect Bite. But I sure had a whole lotta fun trying!