6 May, 2007on
So, at whose table do I dream to dine?
Masayoshi Takayama – Iconic chef of Masa in Manhattan, famous for his sushi and his care in preparing only the best. Sushi is one of my favorite dining experiences…an experience that is dependent on the absolute quality of only a few ingredients, and a master’s talent in putting them together. Sublime in its simplicity. For this dinner it would just be Masa, me, and my husband (because he loves sushi as much as I do).
Jamie Oliver – He is such a boy! He has so much energy and enthusiasm, and passion for food. And I must admit, I love the way he speaks…puts me in a trance. He seems like the kind of guy that would throw really fun dinner parties. Not wild-dance-on-tables-topless fun, but good-old-shimmying fun. I’d love to have my family over to dinner with his.
Ferran Adria – The mad scientist/chef behind El Bulli. Pushing the envelope of how we understand and experience food and flavor. Eating with him would be nothing short of an adventure into the far reaches of the food galaxy. I admire how he challenges us to question how our food should look, feel, and taste.
An Italian nonna from the countryside of Northern Italy– Professional chefs are great (and I have already chosen my share above) but eating authentic, homemade food, prepared by someone who probably has never used exact measurements, using a recipe handed down through generations…well, that is a whole other level of gastronomic experience. Oh, and we should dine al fresco.
My great grandfather – For paella. People say he made the best, standing over the paellera, ladle in one hand, wine in the other…a swig for him, a swig for the paella. I never got to meet him but he sounds like my kind of cook!
And for dessert:
Marie Antoinette – All manners of French sweets in obscene quantities. Costume balls. Versailles. Oh yes…let me eat cake!