I have a number of issues with bananas, Not with eating them, per se (many people I know do not like bananas, but I find that for certain things, like sliced in yogurt, they are indispensable.) They’re just the thing in the morning to fill you up, enabling me to make it to noon or sometimes even 12:30 (!) before needing to eat lunch, which I otherwise like to do at 11:30, much to the horror of many of my co-workers.
I fell in love with the show Chef’s Table the day it came out on Netflix in 2015. I binge-watched all the episodes and found myself deeply touched by every single one- I’m pretty sure each of them made me cry at some point. It was probably the first time that most of us got acquainted with Magnus Nilsson, chef of Fäviken, the restaurant in remote Sweden famous for its very seasonal and of-the-earth dishes. Nilsson himself is quite the character, and during his episode we spend a lot of time following him through the forest as he talks about foraging, his needing-a-wash hair blowing out from under his hat with ear flaps.
I hate to brag, but on the first day back in my kitchen after six weeks, I whipped up one of the best cakes I’ve ever made, or ate, in my life. I know, I know- this is a bold statement. But I swear it’s not just because it was the first cake I ate after six weeks on a liquid diet. I have a third party validator who agrees that this cake is utterly magical.
I feel it’s generally not great to make generalizations about people, but sometimes a person’s actions really define them in a way that makes you chuckle and say “You WOULD do that” or “Of COURSE you said that.” A few weeks ago I had a self-reflective moment where I could suddenly see very clearly what kind of person I was. And apparently, I’m the type of person who casually bakes a layer cake on a random Saturday with no particular audience in mind.
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