Not Necessarily About Food

I'm a culinary nutritionist. I know just enough about culinary arts to pleasure both my clients and me without vying for Top Chef acclaim. I’d rather be on the receiving end of a
more complex meal. I’ve worked in enough restaurants to know that the hustle
and bustle behind the scenes is enough to make anyone just a little bit mad.

I once dated a chef. He’d call me at three o’clock in the morning, wired from an
evening of orchestrating the kitchen dance, making sure each dish was cooked to perfection
arriving at the appointed table with flourish and fancy at just the right
temperature. At just the right time.

There is an art to delivering each course with just enough time between the last bite of savory goodness and the anticipation of what is to follow. Serve it too quickly and the diner is just a little bit annoyed. He hasn’t yet fully savored the flavors that linger on the palate.
Wait too long and she begins to drum her fingers wondering if the waiter has
forgotten her, the inattention reminding her of wayward lovers from her past.

My personal chef lived in a time warp of sorts. He called me in the
middle of the night to read to me passages from Isaac Asimov. I might have
forgone a few hours of slumber had he called to read to me excerpts from
Gastronomica or a passage from Cooking for Mr. Latte by Amanda Hessner. I am just as enamored with good food writing as I am with a perfectly crafted Dulce de Leche. But no, he preferred to share with me his science fiction fascination.

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