I love the Food Network's "The Best Thing I Ever Ate." What a great concept! Promote your network's celebrities and shows by having them share a little piece of themselves while plugging restaurants across the country.
I also have a feeling there's at least one free meal in it for someone with such endorsements. That's ok. Someone has to make sure the food still tastes and looks good.
When Emeril Lagasse tells me the best thing he ever ate was veal parmagiana at Il Vagabondo in New York City, I immediately google it for location, menu, and pricing, even though the dish didn't look anywhere near the best veal parm I ever had. But, Mr. Lagasse gave it such a passionate endorsement, I know I'll make a date with veal parm destiny soon.
I may send him a note about Long Island's Mother Kelly's. I think they could compete with or even beat his favorite.
Whether Robert Irvine talks about the best mashed potatoes at Parc — and how much that means to a Brit like himself — Ted Allen shares his favorite cupcakes at Butter Lane, or Brian Boitano takes us out to dinner with his parents at House of Prime Rib, I'm hooked.
Sure, I scoff at Ina Garten's choice — meatloaf at The 1770 House in East Hampton. I don't have anything against meatloaf. I'm not too jealous that this amazing restaurant is down the block from her Hampton's home. But, after years of perfecting my secret recipe, I make the best meatloaf I ever ate. Sorry, Ms. Garten.
Shows like these get me thinking — about food, food, and more food.
Could I really pick one? The best one thing I ever ate?
Maybe I could narrow it down to the top 50 favorite things I ever ate. Maybe 25. But, not just one. No!
Hmmm . . .
The kitchen has been off limits to me for almost two months. A back injury has kept me from making all my usual treats. It's been tough, and I'm eager to get back in the saddle.
Maybe this weekend I'll be ready to give it a try. It's been too long, I don't know where to begin. I want it all. Lasagna, cheesecake, meatloaf, creamed spinach, oven-fried chicken, sweet potato pie, spinach puffs . . .
Stop me! Please!
What's one of the best things you ever ate?
When Emeril Lagasse tells me the best thing he ever ate was veal parmagiana at Il Vagabondo in New York City, I immediately google it for location, menu, and pricing, even though the dish didn't look anywhere near the best veal parm I ever had. But, Mr. Lagasse gave it such a passionate endorsement, I know I'll make a date with veal parm destiny soon.
I may send him a note about Long Island's Mother Kelly's. I think they could compete with or even beat his favorite.
Whether Robert Irvine talks about the best mashed potatoes at Parc — and how much that means to a Brit like himself — Ted Allen shares his favorite cupcakes at Butter Lane, or Brian Boitano takes us out to dinner with his parents at House of Prime Rib, I'm hooked.
Sure, I scoff at Ina Garten's choice — meatloaf at The 1770 House in East Hampton. I don't have anything against meatloaf. I'm not too jealous that this amazing restaurant is down the block from her Hampton's home. But, after years of perfecting my secret recipe, I make the best meatloaf I ever ate. Sorry, Ms. Garten.
Shows like these get me thinking — about food, food, and more food.
Could I really pick one? The best one thing I ever ate?
Maybe I could narrow it down to the top 50 favorite things I ever ate. Maybe 25. But, not just one. No!
Hmmm . . .
The kitchen has been off limits to me for almost two months. A back injury has kept me from making all my usual treats. It's been tough, and I'm eager to get back in the saddle.
Maybe this weekend I'll be ready to give it a try. It's been too long, I don't know where to begin. I want it all. Lasagna, cheesecake, meatloaf, creamed spinach, oven-fried chicken, sweet potato pie, spinach puffs . . .
Stop me! Please!
What's one of the best things you ever ate?
