Sorry I’ve been away. A setting got changed on my computer and somehow I had no internet access for nearly 48 hours. Jim fixed it in about 20 seconds. But I don’t even know what my settings are and it wasn’t something easily accessible. Anyway, I’m back.
It’s too soon to know how Season Five is shaping up. When seventeen start and fifteen finish the first episode one doesn’t have much clue into personalities.
There’s one thing that really bugged me. Ariane lives a short hop from the culinary magic that is New York City (not just Manhattan, the Boroughs), yet she looked Tom Colicchio in the eye and flippantly said she didn’t need to taste these dishes, because she has books.
Now I have a number of cookbooks, but that’s no reason not to travel to France, Greece, even Scotland where we were sent for three months last year. Just don’t have a burger in Scotland. Mussels and salmon, go for it.
There is something about the culture and the people and surroundings that give a cook a familiarity to try the dishes and then do a riff on them. Books, while I love them and started cooking because of them, cannot provide that intrinsic one-ness with the people and their regional dishes.
That said, I can only “shop” vicariously, and Florence, Italy is my favorite city and foodie destination so Fabio, metaphorically, I’m yours! Cheers! Dee
