I cook for two food critics every night. They are budding chefs and their favorite shows to watch on YouTube (no cable here) are invariably cooking shows (with an occasional foray into Shaun the Sheep). So the nightly routine goes a little something like this...You could have added a bit more spice, I think...Hmm, I'm tasting a bit of lemon, I like how that complements the dish...Maybe next time some pancetta for a salty flavor might kick things up a notch...You should have smoked the gouda first. Sometimes I'm advised to never make the dish again, but still applauded for my effort. Sometimes I get high marks from the whole table. And sometimes I still have to threaten something horrible to get them to finish their food. The darling husband is getting into the game now as well. It used to be that he happily ate whatever I made, just because he was so grateful to have someone cook for him. Now, however, he has decided to start having an opinion as well. I'm not certain that I like this new discerning palate.
|Taste everything! -Chef Anne on America's Worst Cooks|
|How many times do I have to tell you? Use more seasoning! -Chef Anne|
|Not that!! -Chef Anne|
|I've never met a stick of butter I didn't like. -Paula Deen|