I know I haven't been around much lately. Trust me when I say that I have a good reason.
This blog has never been about being fake, and I feel like if I were to attempt to produce restaurant content at the moment, it would be extremely fake.
Quite frankly, 2006 has sucked such major monkey balls that I am ready to kick it so far out of here that we won't even remember it happened. OK, so I'll remember El Bulli but that's all. (And, yes, yes, I know -- I'll write about it as soon as I get my funk back in gear.)
I have watched so many people get torn apart for various reasons this year (and all food bloggers, no less -- what the fuck?), and I am fucking done with it.
For those of you who may be concerned, Jon is fine. I am fine. Our marriage is as rocktastic as ever. But we have been dealt a pretty shitty hand this year, and until now I did not know or believe that my heart was capable of withstanding all of the repeated agony this year has wrought.
And then this morning, I saw this. And I thought, "Fuck, I'm more popular than T.K. right now!" And I realized that I have so much more than my pity party would suggest. Despite this difficult year, there were some pretty wonderful things I got to experience. And I am far more fortunate than most in this world, especially those who we're raising money for right now.
If you haven't done so already, go bid on Menu For Hope and be that person that puts us over the $40,000(!) mark. It has certainly renewed a hope in me that I thought had died.
"To eat is a necessity. To eat intelligently is an art."
-- La Rochefoucauld
P.S. My prize, dinner for two at Delfina with me is UW17.