Do you know Rick Bayless? He’s kind of a big deal in the food world and in Chicago and in my livingroom on Saturday afternoons, as I putter around while watching old episodes of his PBS TV show, Mexico – One Plate at a Time.
Here he is, a mariachi band serenading him in his backyard as he concocts world-class meals:
I thought touring his backyard would feel like that.
It felt like a tour of a garden. A quiet tour of a very, very nice garden.
Even though he was hosting a dinner party concurrently with the tour, and I spotted him chatting with his guests, I felt no contact high – and, man, I’m prone to them. It’s kind of my thing. Only briefly – when we walked by his outdoor stove and it was still warm, and next to it, a tray of shrimp, ready to be cooked and eaten by someone not me – did I feel any brush with fame. And then only faintly. I mean, raw shrimp looks gross. You can’t expect it to conduct that kind of energy.
(Thanks to Amy for coming along. And thanks to this site for connecting us. And to Rick Bayless, who must be a good guy to open up his home to strangers who want to ogle his plant life.)