I am a control freak.
I think most good chefs are. Leaving things to chance is how you get in trouble in the kitchen- so I’m an avid organizer, chronic double checker and maniacal listmaker.
But food is funny about control. I am not a machine that orders chemically processed and manipulated items into submission. The best ingredients we all cook with are fluid, not static. They come from the land, sky, soil and sea. As much as we understand the science behind nature, it’s important to remember its unpredictability.
And that, your honor, is the case for the defense.
Perfect food presentation is my Achilles heel. I fantasize about serving scrumptious morsels of food that no one wants to touch – let alone eat- because they are just so beautiful. I spend a lot of time in the kitchen with my inner critic (I call her Martha, for pretty obvious reasons) telling me I’m not good enough.

I’m a pasta snob. I admit it and I don’t apologize for it. I believe that great pasta is an Italian cultural artifact that’s been given to the world. And when I talk about pasta I’m talking about DRY PASTA, that is, Durum Wheat pasta. Pasta made with semolina from exceptional (now, often North American) hard winter wheat.
I had the world's strangest roommate. We were best friends in college
and she seemed like the perfect person to live with. She was a great
listener, she was obsessed with Clive Owen and her purse was always
stocked with remedies to just about anything – creams, lotions, pills,
even powders. Everything was going great, until one day, it just
wasn't. Her once mild room-dancing had started to rival the sound of a
herd of elephants, her attempts to match our outfits had turned from
sort of cute to sort of single-white-female (except that she's five
feet tall and Asian) and she had invited her new best friend to come
live with us for a month, without consulting me. She finally decided to
move out, taking her friend with her. And they went amicably enough.
Spring has sprung! When it comes to weather, we Californian’s have it pretty darn good. Crisp mornings, sunny afternoons, and cool evenings reminds us that soon enough, we will be sporting the occasional sun dress, tank top, or skirt. My cooking is starting to reflect that.
All my knowledge of cooking comes from a lifetime in the kitchen with family. My grandmother, my mother, my father, my chef friends, my farmer friends, you name it – if I can glean something from them I will.