Nancy Oakes came to sign her pretty new cookbook at Jon's work today. Lucky bastard that husband of mine. I couldn't skip out and go, but he said she was extremely lovely. And she didn't even flinch when he complimented her husband's sausages.
Really, they could bring in rockstars for events and I don't think we'd be nearly as stoked as we get for these chefs that come in. Except when Bobby Flay came. I hate Bobby Flay.
"To eat is a necessity. To eat intelligently is an art."