Not my breakfast - his painting. It doesn’t really look too delectable, does it?
Any conversation about the oil paintings of Netherlands-based artist Tjalf Sparnaay usually begin with a question: “Wait, that’s a painting?” Working in the hyperrealism genre, Sparnaay’s work is so richly detailed that it has helped spawn a subgenre known as “megarealism.” And it’s easy to see why with Gebakken Ei, an image so evocative that one can practically smell and taste the dish. Though he works in a manner similar to the early Dutch masters, Sparnaay’s focus on food is one way in which he creates a universality with his subject matter. This may be his best known image of a baked egg, but it’s an object he has returned to several times—and even wrote a poem about it: “The sun shining behind the clouds smiles at us every morning with its fried fringe like a coastline with beaches” —Jennifer M. Wood, writer
Half a 350 of 12-year-aged bourbon, two pale ales, a thick mesquite turkey sandwich with romaine, pepper jack cheese and chipotle mayo on a wheat bun, and copious amounts of tobacco smoke.
“Hazelnut coffee with half & half (dumping the dried creamer), dates, and a banana.”
Some hash would fit nicely.
Though I don’t recommend wake and bake.
My breakfast consists of the regulars, eggs, bacon, coffee and the sides this place happens to serve, along with a reviewing of the music I made yesterday. I just removed some Eazy E samples.
A slightly-sweetened black Lavazza Creme coffee, and a thick slice of fresh diced pineapple… kinda missing having eggs, but I’m sure I’ve still got protein floating around inside me from yesterday’s protein-packed indulgences.
I had an excellent sashimi lunch the other day. Japanese food trumps every kitchen, even Indonesian.
Now Im waiting on " Dejeuner du Comte", as I didn’t dine well yesterday.