I was hungry. Hungry in the way that only a belly full of whiskey at 2am can make you. I had been swilling the stuff alone for the last 2 hours to pay homage to the season finale of Battlestar Galactica, since it seems to be the stuff they're always improbably imbibing (searching for food yet they have the grain to make booze?).
Anyway, I'd had a bit too much of the stuff since I was edgy about how they'd wrap up one of the best series ever, and after all was said and done I wanted a snack before bed. I was in no shape to cook, but managed to hunt down a few staples in the kitchen. Ak-mak crackers and New Zealand pretty-darn-sharp cheddar are always on hand (always!), but I was burned out on that combo alone. Luckily, I had a tin of anchovies and my basil plant was coming into it's own.
Two minutes later I had a few crackers layered in cheese, anchovies, and basil straight off the living breathing plant. Perfection - every texture was represented and the strong flavors of each ingredient represented itself yet tempering the tendency of each to be too overpowering on it's own. I started with three, but have no idea how far down the rabbit hole things went. I might have been in there for 15min or 2 hours, it was one of those binges where you find yourself standing in your kitchen pounding your fist on the counter because it's the absolutely perfect thing at that moment.
