One of the pleasures of blogging is the blogger community. One of the pleasures of blogging about food, is the foodie community. After one of my recent posts about the Scottsdale Farmer’s market, a co-blogger and reader Devaki @weavethousandflavors wrote me a note about other Phoenix Farmer’s markets. It was then that we realized that we were closer in proximity than we could have imagined. A month later, as my plane descended on Scottsdale again, a plan to meet was in motion!
When meeting with another foodie for the first time, you have several choices of venue. 1) a shi-shi restaurant worthy of your mutual blogger opinions. 2) a sensational home cooked meal 3) or the kind of place where the coffee never stops and the food is fresh.
Because food blogging doesn’t pay much and neither wanted to clean up a mess, we chose door number 3. We opted for an early morning breakfast. Breakfast has its advantages. For one, there is something really luxurious about lingering over breakfast with a bottomless cup of coffee. Leisurely breakfasts set an unhurried tone to the rest of the day. On the other hand, if your meeting someone for the first time (as Devaki and I were), breakfast comes built in with the ultimate escape hatch: “well, I better get running, lots to do today, you know.” Both Devaki and I had hedged our bets by letting the other know that the other was flying out later in the day.
At O-dark-thirty my alarm rang-we’d agreed to beat the crowds at the popular Matt’s Big Breakfast in Phoenix. Matt’s is the kind of place you’d see on that’s appeared on Guy Fieri’s Diners, Drive Ins and Dives, even though its not actually any of those. It is however, the kind of place where the cooks wouldn’t know processed foods if it slammed into the kitchen. This little restaurant puts on no airs. Its clean and tidy and features a short menu long on freshness. Matt’s is the kind of place where they aren’t cheap with the rosemary on home fried potatoes and they know how to use salt. Matt’s is the kind of place where when you order eggs Benedict, you won’t walk away hungry…if you can walk at all. In short, its good and simple.
As we nestled into our seats facing one another we began to chat and sip coffee. And chat. And chat. Occasionally, we would pause long enough for another sip of coffee. The conversation was about food and family. Ingredients and husbands. Blogging and writing. Then food again. We laughed at each other’s jokes, lives and experiences. All the while, we dipped our forks into food that can only be described as homestyle. And it occurred to me that Matt’s was the ideal backdrop for me to meet Devaki. Good food is often like good people: simple and open with nothing to hide. Perhaps not fancy, but refreshing for the goodness. Filled with love and genuine desire to please. I listened to Devaki giggle about a story and at the same time, my senses were heightened with appreciation for perfectly poached eggs which reveal themselves to you gently, without resistance. Then Devaki would get a chance to eat and she would gracefully listen to my hobbled together tales of everything from my father’s passing to moving 3000 miles away from my closest relative. As we each looked at our watches, I sopped up the last of the hollandaise with a piece of crusty sour dough bread, its as if I was trying to get one more story out of Devaki before we had to leave our foodie cocoon.
In general, I find foodies to be people who live with gusto. Devaki and I each took a little risk (after all, awkward silences are soo..awkward) and were rewarded with the immediate comfort that can only be found in good, homestyle people.
PS – during our visit, Devaki gave me a sample of this Pomegranate, Kamquat Chutney she made. I can only tell you that I am hording it..no one is allowed any.