I run the risk of catching the green-eyed death stare of many a foodie-oriented mother as I write these words. I get to walk the aisles of Whole Foods all by myself. Several times a week.
With my own children in school by day and tucked neatly into bed by a doting father at night in our lovely house that sits a three hours’ drive west of Pittsburgh, and culinary school only occupying about 7 hours of my day, there are plenty of waking hours to do things like oggle the Meyer lemons that are getting raves on all on the foodie sites in cyberspace. Or carefully pluck the choicest Turkish figs from the bulk item bin. Or sweet talk the cheese monger into slicing a piece of Robiola just the right size for a breakfast treat for one.
But as I walked down the aisle today (and this observation only bubbled to the front of my brain today as it was, in fact, the first time I’ve ever been in a Whole Foods store without my children since having them), I had the time to notice all of the foods all the foods I have never really eaten. So I decided I was going to taste them. All of them.
But why should I have all the fun? Seeing as this whole culinary school experience is a complete (not to mention expensive) shot in the dark as to whether or not I will be a better food writer once I have the diplome, I’d better practice at the writing bit a bit. So I will describe these first-time bites and you can guess what they are (yes, this is a shameless ploy to accumulate noticable amounts of daily comments for this blog).
If you’re guess correctly I’ll give you a free copy of my yet-to-be written best seller.