Monday, September 1, 2008

No Reservations

OK, Mel...is Anthony Bourdain the dude that you idolize??? The guy who wrote the book you were quoting last time we were in Des Moines??

It's Labor Day Monday, I'm sitting here on my couch at 9:54 am, just finishing up my English muffin for breakfast. I've been up a few hours, but decided that no matter how productive I want to be this weekend, I will wake up slowly and gracefully. This process usually involves my best friend the couch, his best buddy cable TV, a breakfast of wheat (gotta be healthy) English muffin with fake butter and organic grape jelly, and to top it all off....a pink lemonade flavored energy drink. It's an odd mixture of natural and unnatural food. How can a person go wrong? The wheat muffin balances the fake butter....the organic jelly balances the energy drink. Symmetry, what's better???

Anyway....back to Tony....as I'm flipping around the cable networks, I come across Anthony Bourdain visiting Machu Picchu. I'm first attracted to the beauty of the land he's visiting....I have always wanted to visit the place, so anytime I can see a TV show about it, I'm game to sit and watch...and dream, and drool. How cool is that place anyway??? Second thing I'm attracted to, Mr. Bourdain's attitude. He's got that same 'thing' that attracted me to Mot. No matter what he does, he looks like he knows what he's doing, looks like he's supposed to be there. Third, he's wearing relaxes, straight leg, not too tight, not too loose fitting jeans, flip flops, and a white peasant shirt. :-)

The premise of the show, going to wonderful places, off the beaten path of normal tourist activities. Going to Puerto Rico, and seeing what the cruise ship tourists don't see....the actual local flavor. Going to Jamaica and staying off the tourist laden beaches. Eating the most disgusting sounding things....like for example, I just looked up from my computer to see him eat this spoonful of what looks like solid fat. Wiggling, jiggling, white fat.

I really don't have much more to write.....it's just that this show kinda spoke to me. Going to a place, and actually seeing it for what it is, not what they want the tourists to see. Anthony has me mystified....is he really a fun guy in life, or is he a conceited jerk?? Well, he can pull off a nice pair of jeans, what more does a woman need in her television viewing?? (hehehehehe)

1 comment:

Mel said...

"Vegetarians, and their Hezbollah-like splinter faction, the vegans, are a persistent irritant to any chef worth a damn. To me, life without veal stock, pork fat, sausage, organ meat, demi-glace, or even stinky cheese is a life not worth living. Vegetarians are the enemy of everything good and decent in the human spirit, and an affront to all I stand for, the pure enjoyment of food. The body, these waterheads imagine, is a temple that should not be polluted by animal protein. It's healthier, they insist, though every vegetarian waiter I've worked with is brought down by any rumor of a cold. Oh, I'll accommodate them, I'll rummage around for something to feed them, for a 'vegetarian plate', if called on to do so. Fourteen dollars for a few slices of grilled eggplant and zucchini suits my food cost fine." From Kitchen Confidential, p. 70.