A few years ago, my father was sitting at my kitchen counter watching me prepare dinner. "You know what would be the perfect job for you?" he teased. "Host of your own cooking show. Everyone I know would turn in to watch."
It was a silly comment made quickly but I have thought about it ever since. That would be the perfect job for me. Spending all day in beautifully designed kitchen, whipping and mixing and tasting, making my audience laugh and love the meal I've created. That would be heavenly for me. I love having people in our home, I love preparing food for people who appreciate it. I love the smells of ingredients sizzling and grilling and blending to perfection. I love everything about it. And along with food, I love people. How fun would it be to banter with people who laugh at my silliness and enjoy it all as much as I do? And then sit with them to eat something fabulous?
I could be the next Giada!
With less cleavage.
Isn't it funny how a small comment can make you think and think and think? He said it because he knows me well and wants what I want and maybe someday, I'll do it. Revamp this kitchen, create the island of my dreams and turn on the camera. That would be something.
Thanks Pop. I'll see what I can do.