It's Charles Bukowski's birthday

     In honor of what would be his 91st birthday,  I'm taking my buddy the Hawk on a scenic tour of the local gutter system ( by way of drinking Cutty Sark for dinner). The guy's a literary hero of mine. I admire the grit and the honesty of Bukowski's writing more than anything. I like the realism and all of the gruesome details. It reminds me when I'm missing something in my life; be it a good drama or a key ingredient in a dish. Okay, I've gotta eat something. I'm skipping the Cutty For now. So dinner in a rush because there's booze to consume an skirts to consort with. I like a big carb-heavy meal early when i'm about to start a bender. It's almost on the grand scale of date food or dinner party pretty food. I plan it big. Eating a pre-Bender meal helps me pace myself with the early drinking and it gives me the strength and nourishment I need to last me until 7am. When, regardless of the sleep I have or haven't had I have to go to work and punch the clock by 8.  Tonight didnt work that way. This bender was sprung on me. I didn't have time to prepare one of the greatest meals prepared in god's history nor did i have the time to pray or say grace beforehand. There were women drinking at a strip club waiting on me.  i was stuck with whatever I could prepare and consume in five minutes.

I threw together this:

Fresh Ciabatta fried in butter. and a scramble with as may complimentary leftovers as I could dredge from the depths of my fridge.