I’ve never been one of those “eat to live” people. I like everything about food. I like preparing it, reading about it, trying different kinds and talking about it. I like a broad spectrum of flavors and styles, which is interesting considering I’d never tried anything other than traditional southern home cooking until I was well into my 20s.
Since then, my slightly nomadic bent has taken me across the country where I bumped into all kinds of interesting foods and food enthusiasts. I’ve even become one of those people who views a chef sighting as something akin to a rock star sighting. Except Emeril. If I sighted him, I might be tempted to reach out my hand and BAM, smack across the head. Him and Rachel Ray. Both of them need a good smacking. But I digress.
I know people who say they couldn’t care less about food. I don’t trust them. And if they eschew chocolate, they’re right off my Christmas list…
