I have never been a food person. Don’t get me wrong. I do enjoy the chewing, digesting, and sometimes the cooking. But I can never differentiate between the very good, decent, and how-dare-they-serve-this.
I’m not ashamed to admit that I am intrigued by the creations by a chef who has a seemingly limited vocabulary. It is almost ridiculous that I will stay up to watch his cooking shows when I cannot even stay awake for a conversation in the afternoon. Perhaps it is the draw of unscripted television or the late night sneaks of food that I should not be thinking of at that hour.
Maybe I will cook this weekend. I think I need to replace my jar of Nutella.