Combine the following in no particular order (realizing that it will make a difference in the final result which ingredients come first and which next):
Put on comfortable shoes.
Put on a Tom Waits CD; I recommend "Mule Variations" or "Real Gone."
Pour a drink, something with fruit juice; a little tequila wouldn't hurt.
Boil water for little red potatoes. While the potatoes are boiling, snap the ends off a mess of fresh green beans, and throw them in the pot to steam on top of the potatoes.
Nurse the drink.
Read a short story by Heinrich Boll, maybe "The Green Silk Shirt," a sad and heart-wrenching four pages of sensual memory, material deprivation, dreams of satisfaction, and crushing disappointment in the midst of overriding fear. With any luck, each Tom Waits song will conjoin with a visual or tactile or other sensory image to which it provides an articulate, blue soundtrack.
Put the steaming potatoes and beans in a ceramic bowl. Eat them with salt and a spoonful of sour cream, while Waits wails and bass and drums and sax murmur in a room with old, uneven plaster walls painted eggshell white.
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