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I’m not sure I give good interview. I’m sure I give a lot away, but I’m not sure I’ve mastered the art of giving just enough to keep ‘em coming back for more. The Daily News article that ran on my birthday was a solid start, but interviewing has proved a bit of a slippery slope since. I like to fancy myself my best biographer, and it can be hard to see my words written in someone else’s pen. You can judge for yourself by visiting Tom Coughlan’s Young and Hungry blog where he just posted an interview of me taken last week over hoppy beers at The White Horse Tavern. He got the details down, but here’s a few things that even when liquored up I managed to leave out…
1. Even as a child, and much to my Mamma’s chagrin, I have always rejected processed foods. Born with good taste but labeled a picky eater, I was the only kid on the block to trade in Twinkies for carrot sticks and turn down soda pop for water. I even liked fish, and at the risk of flaunting, Brussels sprouts! This just goes to show that children are born with the ability to appreciate real foods and that it’s our responsibility as parents and citizens to expose them to the tasty treats that have grown naturally on this planet since before our great-great-grandmothers had ice boxes, let alone refrigerators housing Ho Hos. Wait a minute, Ho Hos don’t need refrigeration do they? These chocolate and cream food products manage to stay mysteriously “fresh” for months, maybe years, on end. Now that’s not kosher.
2. I don’t actually think of catering as paid slavery, but I do sometimes feel like a Mexican day laborer. Working with The Dinner Belle I have gained tremendous respect for the men and women who “slave away” in kitchens all day, as well as those among us who haven’t the foggiest clue as to when their next job is coming or how much pavement they’ll have to pound until they get it. Everyone should work a job where elbow grease is required at some point in their lives. It’s humanizing, humbling and hard to imagine continuing into old age, which is why I dream of a garden home in Northern California and a “next chapter” to live out quieter foodie fantasies.
3. As Laura says in Tennessee Williams’ classic play The Glass Menagerie, “I don’t have favorites much.” I find it impossible to choose between the people and things I love, and I have a lot of love left to live. So not only does the idea of a last meal scare me, but the concept of having to choose a singular meal from the many taste sensations that have stirred me toward this food life I’m living is downright cruel. That said, I wouldn’t steer too far from what I told Tom. “Cheese, chocolate and good wine” are mainstays on my table, and I imagine cherishing them until my final feast, but not more than and not without the people in my life, and those I have yet to love, who I hope to be sitting around the table with me.
Next time I give an interview I just might have to insist on afternoon tea. IPA’s can prove inflammatory. Get the full scoop here and Eat it Up!