Tuesday, October 24, 2006


I would like to eat a strip steak, cooked medium-rare, with truffled creamed spinach, tomato and onion salad, and stolen french fries at a marginally fancy steakhouse.

I would like to bake a terrific apple pie and/or pumpkin bread while the season calls for it.

I would like to be invited back into the kitchen by a chef solely because he or she noticed how much I relished his or her food in the front of the house and felt that, somehow, that deserved special recognition as well as the revealing of backstage culinary secrets.

I would like to eat raw oysters without worry over price or hepatitis.

I would like be a sommelier for an evening and have it turn out pretty okay for my test-patrons.

I would like to accidentally eat something incredibly spicy, because I'm sure I don't have the guts to do it deliberately. I would want this experience witnessed by someone with a remarkable laugh.