Writing. Traveling. Visiting markets. Jigsaw puzzles. Daydreaming (Oy!). Cooking. Eating. Foie gras. Cotton candy. Fried pickles. Biscuits 'n gravy. Hospital cafeteria breakfast food. Crispy, buttery croissants wrapped up like a present. Extra dirty vodka martinis and sloppy cheeseburgers. Pan con tomates, chorizo, manchego, and cider. Watching movies that combine food and sex/romance. Watching movies, drinking beer and eating pizza. Tattoos. Taking walks on sunny days. Stupid puppies. My laptop. Eating in the Grand Central station food court. Drinking coffee from a bowl. Dinner with friends. Netflix.
Lotsa stuff.
Tampopo. Xanadu. Porky's. Grease. The Unbearable Lightness of Being. 37.2 le Matin. Like Water for Chocolate. Mostly Martha. Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band. Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind. Lost in Translation. Big Fish. Napoleon Dynamite. The Cook and Other Treasures. Brick. Brothers of the Head. Amelie.
I don't have TV, but if I did: Six Feet Under. Arrested Development. Law and Order. CSI (but not the one in Miami). Top Chef (maybe). Ahhhh... the telly.
Anything by Milan Kundera. Cookbooks. Do magazines count?
I prefer to call them Po'Boys. Shrimp from Old Tyme grocery in Lafayette, LA.